Dear 15-year-old Dani,
Hello dearies.
Last night, we saw Les Miserables in L.A. and it was fan-flipping-tastic. Seeing as Adam was belting “I am Jean ValJEAN!!!” out the window as he drove to work this morning, I’m guessing he liked it too.
BUT, I have something better to tell you about. (The mind reels that there could be better news than LES MIS, but contain yourself. Please.) I am blogging today at the lovely Ginger Ciminello’s website! Ginger is the beautiful sister of my dear college roommate Valerie, and her blog is fabulous and insightful and cute and wise and you will love it.
When she asked me to write about my relationship with my parents in my teenage years, that sounded a bit daunting. I mean, really? I could hardly stand myself as a teenager, and I have no idea how my parents managed me. Oddly enough, I haven’t changed that much. (Depressing, I know.) I’m glad that I’ve grown out of some petulant moments, but I am still surprised by grace, still overwhelmed easily, and still blessed with people in my life who love me anyway.
Here’s to you, Mom and Dad. (Clickity-click for my guest-post!)