Today I went out with the boy's niece. She's sixteen, sweet, more innocent than I was at her age, and very, very funny. She feels a need to explain herself, which is an instinct I remember from when I was her age. (And that need hasn't ended for me, clearly. Hush.)
We wandered around an open-air mall in this horrific heat and humidity, and explored all the stores. We went to the standards, you know, Old Navy and J. Crew, and some speciality stores. We went to a bookstore and explained why we love the books we love.
Aside - I love that she reads. I follow my Momma's truth there, where I believe that it doesn't matter what you read, so long as you read.
I'm afraid, however, of attaching too much to her. Why would I worry such? Because the boy and I are just now working on the ins and outs of our relationship, and the closer we get to actually (finally!) creating a life together, the more he backs toward and against where we are.
Honestly? I do too. Working on divorce cases will do that to a person (and especially this person).
I don't want this fabulous girl to lose a friend. I don't know quite yet how to be a friend to a teenager.
But in the meantime, is it bad that I enjoy her company, and let's be honest, that little bit of adoration?
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