It’s been awhile.
I went to Sasquatch and had so much fun. I went with my closest lady friend in the world and we recharged our hearts to 110%. We may have dressed up as Fraggle Rock and been quite silly. Maybe. We also sat quietly and read books in the morning, had champagne for breakfast and spent many hours having conversations ranging from the deeply emotional to the thrillingly hilarious. I talked so much i cried and laughed so hard i cried. This was our third year at the festival and it gets better every time. I refuse the notion that these events are for the youth. Why? Music is the backdrop to my life and i plan on being a fan for a long time.
My youngest daughter turned eleven a few days ago and she is truly a wonder. I feel so lucky to be her mother. She is a unique, fiery spirit and it is thrilling to see her approach her tweens. Again i am struck by the marching of time. It seems so unfair that it all passes so quickly. I wouldn’t change a single moment of my eleven years with eliza except to remember more of the minutiae. The little moments of boredom or freedom. The times i catch her laughing when she thinks she’s not being watched, seeing her giggle with her friends, noticing the freckles and dimples that make her so uniquely beautiful.