If you ever want a blonde mohawk, I can tell you where to go, and who to see. Don't cry until you get in the car, and know your mom will be there to comfort you and tell you it doesn't look that bad - when in actuality, it does. Expect to make another two more trips to get it fixed, estimating 25% of your 3-day weekend getting your hair done. You like being a girl, but not today.
Go to the Spoken Word on Sunday morning when the snow is falling and you have to hold yourself tightly between your scarf, your coat, and your dad's arm. There is something so refreshing about waking up early and walking underneath a sky of snow flurries with your dad.
Eat a box of chocolates with Max, and don't eat the ones you know he likes best.
Make homemade hamburgers.
Sit in the bathroom to watch your mom do her own makeup. Even though the days of longing to be a grown up are over, it reminds you of being young, and how there is probably nobody on earth prettier than your own mom.
Buy an outfit you can't wear until Spring.
Hold hands when you go ice skating, even if you know how to do it without falling.
Say your sorry, even when your feelings have been hurt. And say I love you, more times than you can count.
Let the sun wake you up on holiday mornings.
And eat Cadbury eggs for breakfast, especially when you're feeling like your blonde mohawk is almost like the end of the world.
*photo of the flowers on my nightstand