I have a brand new girlfriend named Emma. She’s a tad younger than me not to mention a bit shorter.
But what do you expect at 18 months.
What I first noticed was her style very much like mine. She wears tights and tunics, flats and Uggs while a cotton headband holds back her hair against a refined, resolved forehead.
She also comes with a certain attitude. Polite, but not too eager to please. Happy, but already tipped off there’s much more waiting in the wings.
It’s Connecticut, with a little South Beach thrown in.
Her mother lets her run the show something I find rather charming. I remember when I was that little being wound up like a 10.99 Mattel toy, to entertain the troops.
Emma only entertains those she fancies, and if it’s not you, well that’s just too bad.
It took her a while to warm up to me shaking her head NO, whenever I approached.
I brought her things trying to bribe her affection, but quickly learned, babies and animals have the same instinct for deciding if you’re worth their time or not. After several weeks of fawning and fussing over her like a lady’s maid, one day she reached for my hand.
It was like having the queen single you out of the receiving line.
“You know Emma,” I said, “I know how young you are so I need to tell you a few things, as a friend. Life goes by very quickly. So make sure you enjoy yourself to the fullest while you can. Love a lot, even if it feels risky, and buy those shoes even if you don’t really need them…doesn’t matter if they’re purple. Get over being mad about things robbing your present joy since in the long run they mean nothing. And most of all, be kind to others so when you leave a room there’s a scent of goodness left behind all will know came from you. Oh yeah, one more thing. Eat a lotta cheese and ice-cream now before some doctor says, “Emma, you better cut down on your dairy.”