There is something about when a bunch of giggling girls or ladies gather over hair that causes silliness to abound. I nearly thought I was back in the attic at 113, All 4 of us on the bed doing hair laughing about the silliest things. Love is like that. It can find silly things to laugh about when nothing else is funny. We were just doing hair and then somebody turned on the camera and there was mirth and fun. Grandma Hanst used to say laugh before 7, cry before 11 and sure enough there was much to cry about, when responsibility hit us. We have work to do, ladies. The silliness deteriorated, just before we went to bed. But, before the crying it was nice to laugh together for a little while.
I miss the nights of long laughs with Amy and Jo in the attic about algebra and boys. We talked about smoking and exercise and what will we be when we grow up. Hey, are we grown up, yet? That was a long time ago and much is concerning us, all of the time, now. It was precious to me to have a moment to act silly with the girls and sense that they are growing to be as dear as my sisters have been in maturity, "somewhat".
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