without a lot of sleep...but it was a BLAST.
Yep that's right. That is 12 seventh graders on my couch.
I now know why my mom limited the slumber parties I had as a girl:
Being the adult is exhausting. We did however have lots and lots of fun.
We played Ninja.
And "I have never".
We did lots of hair.
And you know what...
It made me miss being 13.
Which is saying something. 13 was not my best year.
Let me just say, awkward was definitely a regular word in my vocabulary.
My transition from
to
was not graceful.
I miss talking about boys and miss being concerned about whether my homework was done or my basketball clothes were clean.
I miss when my biggest fear was that no boys would like me.
But these girls, they are graceful and lovely and I love their hearts.
And their pants.
Then they fell asleep watching 13 Going on 30 that exactly embodies my feelings of being 13, 13 years ago and now nearing 30.
I love that they chose that movie. I hope they got the message.
I hope they had as much fun as I did.