As the Handprints Fade

When I woke up this morning (well, afternoon actually), it hurt to move my body; I tried lifting up my head, then my legs, then my arms and, with each attempt, each body part flopped back down to the bed. But you know what? My hopes and heart were still soaring high and I couldn't ask for more, couldn't be more thankful.

The job search continued today and I applied to two more places. Things started looking up even more when I got a call from Bank of America and now I have an interview for Monday! Wish me luck. It's kind of funny why I even started applying to banks: I had an interview at Macy's a week or so ago and I was told they would hire me on the spot if I only worked Sundays, but, since I don't, the lady interviewing me suggested I apply to banks, where I wouldn't have to work Sundays. I was a little bummed at first that I wouldn't be able to accept a job offer at Macy's, because I would have gotten to work either in cosmetics or fine jewelry, but it feels good knowing I stayed true to my beliefs, which I would be nothing without.

I took my little sisters Brandi and Kyra to the park today. Usually I would take them to Indian Hills, but they wanted some variety apparently, so I took them to Reedville Creek. I felt bad for little Kyra because she had the sun in her face the whole time we were walking there and I kept looking down at her in the stroller, where she had her arm across her eyes to shield herself from the light. There is a fountian at the park and I think that was Brandi and Kyra's favorite; I was a little hesistant to let them play in the water too much because of the sign that said "Please, don't play in the fountain", but I let them stick their feet in it. Kyra kept bending over, dipping her hands in the water and then leaving wet handprints on the stone enclosing the water; the first handprint would always be the most dark and defined, but then, with each consecutive slap on the stone, the handprints faded more and more. Maybe it was how little they were, but the fading handprints reminded me of how, with each passing year, each passing month, each passing day, even each passing minute, youth and innocence is constantly fading too. I don't like imagining not being able to hurriedly run up to my little sisters and enclose them in my arms with ease--and yet, I'd have it no other way, for I know that, though youth may be lost, with each inch they grow, our love and sisterhood grow two. I just hope that they always remember how much I love them, never questioning it, like a child.

I'm having a sleep over with Kendra tonight; we're planning on going to the store, picking up a bunch of candy and watching movies. Doesn't that sound great? It's been far too long since we last did anything like that together and I couldn't be looking forward to it more.