Ten is: little big, purposefully mismatched socks, assorted sports jerseys, and enthusiasm not yet schooled out. Ten is loving things to bits. And—ha,ha,ha,ha—ten is being comfortable in your head. Ten is rewriting instructions and filling notebooks with Manga marginalia. Ten is heat-seeking hugs and Whee!!! Ten is writing declarations that begin: “I believe in Cheese and Pandas!” Ten is made-up languages and fake modern dances. Ten is pratfalls in the morning and worries about death at midnight. Ten is outwitting your elders while enjoying your youngers. Ten is a persony blur, a dash to the double-digits. Ten is… today.
(Happy Birthday Mika!)
