I walked into a party last night and after observing the mean age (70++), I immediately went downstairs and added more clothing (put away a portion of my decolletage). After all, this was a church function/fundraiser.
Talky, sensing an “I Can Be a Star Tonight!!” situation, immediately pressed her advantage and bent ears tall and short about any old little thing (Did you know that announcing your age is a perfectly great opening line?). And even Tempest (usually pretty shy) sat quietly next to an older gentleman and inquired about his dinner.
It’s a wonderful thing to observe your own children, especially when they’re not having a tantrum at a park or barking orders to adults nearby (“I said SWING ME!!”). But prettily sitting on a low patio wall with the sun setting in the background in little skirts and talking and being civilized? It was a site!
At the end of the debut, I walked out to the patio and beheld Talky leaning peacefully on the shoulder of a grandfatherly sort. They were both perfectly content.
And I stood there and watched them. The lovely pair of new friends.
And did I mention??