embracing the silly.

You know what I am learning, the older I get? 

That little bit inside of you that's spazzy and quirky and silly and fun? 

Cling to it. 

Hold on to it with all of your might. 

Because otherwise, there's a pretty high chance it's going to disappear. 

The odds are good that one day, you'll wake up, and the kid inside of you simply won't exist anymore. 

So I like to embrace the silly. I like to slide down pool slides and skin my knees and dance in the yard with sparklers. 

It's important, I think, to let the five-year-old inside of me loose every once in a while. 

She's a pretty fun girl. I'd hate to lose her. 

(P.S. -- If you're the praying kind, would you pray for my mom today? She had an emergency appendectomy while on vacation this weekend, and she's recovering in a hospital fairly far from home. Almost every ounce of silly in me, I owe to her, and I'm ready to have her back safe and sound. Thanks, friends.)