Grace O’Malley saw our new house to be yesterday. Her mom and sister and aunt and uncle all joined her. We didn’t get to go in because it’s not ours yet and we don’t have a key. But we walked around it. Talked about it. They met one of the neighbors.
Then as we walked away. She was holding my hand and we were on the front sidewalk, heading towards the car. She looked over her little shoulder and said:
I love her. And I love that in twenty years I can tell her this story.
I asked her if she liked it and she said “yes Mamo!”
Ugly isn’t always a bad thing. Especially when you have no idea what it means.