One of the saddest things about being a grown up is that you supposed to conduct yourself with dignity. For example, when I asked the Bulldozer if he wanted chocolate milk, he giggled wildly and did a few little happy hops. If I do the same thing over a new book or some really good dark chocolates, I get odd looks and rude comments. (Although it’s been a while since I got hoppy over a book. I squeaked a little over this one.) But I digress.
The point is, there are very few things in my adult life that I can hop and squeal about without looking or feeling foolish. Major life events: new babies, weddings, or winning a major award are all cause for displays of exhuberance. (Yes, if you are an adult and a regular hopper and squealer, you need to ask a close and honest friend if you look silly. And if the answer isn’t yes, she may be a liar.) So when I got the news Friday that our best friends from Virginia are moving to Texas by the end of the summer, I hopped and squealed and did a little dance.
In fact, every once in a while, I’ll think about it and squeak. But, in a nod to adulthood, I do it in private.
