Life can be a lot like curls and bathing suits. They’re messy at three years old, but it doesn’t matter, because they’re curls and a bathing suit. They mark the fun parts of life. Like jumping into your dad’s arms in the swimming pool, feeling safe and strong, like you could conquer the world. Or at least the swimming pool. Or sitting on Mom’s lap while she runs her fingers through your hair, reading your favorite book and sipping a glass of milk, feeling content and warm, like you could be happy for always. Or at least until the story…
