Simple

What a lovely night it has been. Bekah read three awesome stories she wrote last year, Kristina and I watched Brady Bunch, and Hannah and I talked about things in a magazine and my greek quiz. Simple things but so much fun.
We also started writing a story together about an enchanted forest, complete with magic, an old hag, and a beautiful couple. It's going to be awesome.

I think I needed tonight. A simple night to just kick it with my girlies(they're not my girlfriends, I was babysitting, but they are on the older side) and not worry about anything. I needed to have fun writing a crazy story that probably won't end up making any sense and spending time with the girls. I put them to bed and prayed with them, something that I always forget we used to do as kids. We ate chocolate pudding, and giggled while we came up with elements to add to our fantastical story.

The life of a child is so simple and easy. I was thinking about what changes, what causes kids to grow up and start caring what other people think and act based on those things. And I came to the conclusion that it is puberty. That, and Junior High. Makes sense right? But I wish it didn't. I wish we could have these carefree attitudes, totally excited about little things that we think are awesome, and not afraid to share it with anyone that will listen. Why must we suppress these things and ignore them?

I hate this. Lately, I've been wishing life was simpler. But the life an adult is never simple it seems.


I'm not satisfied with this post... but o well. I'm running on barely any sleep and a long full day. This'll have to do....