Hair Colors and Dreams

July 14th, 2020

For the past fourteen years I have celebrated birthday breakfast on July 14th with this awesome human being, my granddaughter.   Usually at the local iHop.  Two years ago during that first summer  of COVID fear we packed a breakfast picnic of homemade quiche, fruit salad and pink lemonade and walked to a neighborhood park.  A thunderstorm drenched our food but not our spirits as we ate under the umbrella of a huge maple tree.  It was a time before my friend started dying my quarantine-grey hair brown.  And my granddaughter's twelve year old hair was maroon.  This year she is in Brazil on the day we were both born.  She woke up and FaceTimed me from bed.  Sick and five thousand miles away.  Hoping it's the just the sniffles but that too we shall weather.  She is one of the big loves and delights of my life, this girl whose hair I dyed the color of blueberries in Maine one day last year.   To many more birthday breakfasts, hair colors and dreams.