Friday, July 24, 2009
So I took a Picture
"Somebody" ran over a sprinkler head in our front yard, resulting in a geyser good enough for any group of neighborhood hoodlems to run through on this 101 degree day. We figured we'd rather just spring for the $5 sprinkler head than pay the HOA who knows what to fix it.
So I got to thinking that it had better get fixed before the sprinklers came back on since we had removed that broken head and would be in for way more than I geyser if there wasn't something there to block the flow. So Avery and I took ourselves on down to Home Depot, picked out the proper replacement, came home, dug up the old sprinkler, and replaced it, all by ourselves. And yes, I am telling you all of this because I am proud.
As I was doing it I noticed that my newly polished nails looked kind of lovely digging in the dirt. And it was kind of wonderful. And then I noticed that Avery who was wearing a dress for no reason other than its Thursday, was having a ball digging in the dirt with the shovel she had seen me use, and I felt proud of that too.
Proud that she is getting so good at doing all the little everyday things she sees me doing. Proud that she is so observant and careful to notice everything. And proud that at least for now, she wants to be just like me.
And I was happy...
That we are women. That we can wear pink nail polish and dresses, while digging holes and playing with dirt. And that we can fix things when they are broken.
All by ourselves.