Nat received a love letter at school last week.
She opened it, read the first line, and felt like she might throw up, so she folded it up and didn't finish reading it.
When she showed the letter to her teacher (who we just love by the way, but that's another story for another time) she read it, told Nat that she might get sick as well, folded it up and threw it away.
Fourth grade is about the time where you expect these things to start happening.
Nat is obviously not ready for it - I know it won't be long however before she is. But where she is right now is just fine. I don't want her to rush into anything she's not ready for, and there is no reason for a 9-year-old to need a love interest.
One day, in the not too distant future, she'll have a boyfriend, and when that day arrives, she may feel like throwing up again. Such is the way of young love. And on that day, I hope she shares it with me, because I remember young love, and it's the start of a journey she's going to love some days and hate others. Nothing hurts like a breakup, and nothing turns your stomach in knots like a new romance, and Kate and I want to be there for her for both.
There is, it would seem, lots of getting sick when love is on the board.
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