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Haley and a Boy

 Milestones.

This blog is full of milestones.  There are some milestones missing as the years have progressed and my diligence on blogging has faded.  But I wanted to be sure to write this one down. 

Haley is now 10. 

A decade old.  Her emotions are up and down.  I attribute it to equal parts: I am a disaster of a parent and puberty hormones. 

Let me set the scene. This fall, both Haley and Owen have been playing fall ball. Ya'll life is busy with kids in sports. 

Owen's coach has a son about Haley's age.  And slowly over the weeks, I have noticed them making googly eyes at one another. 

They've been discussing Zelda and books, only deepening their affections for one another. 

About a month ago she told me--"I don't know why but I can't stop thinking about him."  Oh girl. 

One week, we overheard Haley's 'wingman' coaching her--"Take down your hair and do *this* (makes head motion making hair flow) like your hair is blowing in the wind." 

I've seen them play catch, but also coyly avoid one another in awkwardness. 

This past week, I noticed Haley had climbed a tree at the ball fields. I had assumed that the awkward tension has grown so much, that she was retreating and hiding.

My mom decided to go check on her.

As my mom approached the tree, Haley's wingman says "Haley, your grandmom is coming."  When my mom got to the tree, she quickly realized Haley was not alone in her tree, and I was very much misreading the situation. 

So that happened.  Haley and a boy.  Up in a tree.

I flat out asked her if they kissed.  She said no.


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