Last night as I pulled into the driveway coming home from work, my two daughters were standing there with a couple of friends who live across the street. Before I’m even out of the car they’re both jumping up and down yelling “Diana!!” “Diana’s home!” “Hi Di Di!” They were smiling and clapping in that way that can’t help but make you smile.
The look on their friends faces was one of utter confusion. Mind you, I still work as a male and the neighbors have never seen me as anything else.
I don’t think my closeted status in the neighborhood is going to make it all the way to summer like we’d planned. Because I’m sure not going to stop my kids from giving me such a warm welcome.