The Dot

We had a relaxing weekend at home with just us.  It's been so long since it's been just us.  It felt good.

It started with a date night.

There was also a post-game trip to Dairy Queen.

An important meeting of the minds.

After dinner walks.

And a million more tiny wonderful, normal moments.  And a few not so fabulous, normal moments.

After a rough transition back home after a little independence at Grandpa Camp, Lucy is back.  She is back to nonstop make believe, nonstop storytelling.  And man, can she tell a story.

And she's asking questions again.  Lots and lots of questions.
"What are your thoughts on Santa?" she asked on the after dinner walk.  "It's okay if you don't believe, I do."  

"Well, I love that you believe," I answered hoping that's where it would end.

"What about unicorns?"  "Fairies?" "Spirits?"  It went on and on.

"What do you think happens when we die?," she asked without skipping a beat.

"And what's a dot?," she asked.  Okay, I dealt with Santa, fairies, unicorns and even death, but I was stumped.  I had no idea what the hell she was talking about.  

"You know, the dot, that happens to every girl when she grows up," she said, sensing my confusion.

Holy shit she was talking about getting her period.  
"Oh look there's Grace, why don't you go ask her to play," I said quickly as we got closer to our home.  She ran off to our neighbor's house to play with her friend and I avoided talking about the "dot."

Is it strange that I am more comfortable talking about death than  menstrual cycles?  

Even though it is uncomfortable at times, I am so happy that our life is back to a wonderful sort of complicated normal.