My gorgeous girl went and got her haircut and grew up. Did I tell you that she has a boyfriend? Or should I say had. Bryce has been a fixture at our house all summer. We, David and I, made a point of inviting him over a few times a week, meeting his parents, spending time with him. David made a joke the other day that we couldn't move anywhere, because we would loose Bryce. He was over just last week for dinner, and we went and saw Harry Potter with him last Friday.
Last night Hannah walked out of the house around 8 pm and said "I'm going outside." Instantly I knew that she had been texting with our new neighbor (just met them last weekend) and she was going outside to meet him and his cousin from Kansas that was visiting. Around 10:30 I texted Hannah and asked her to please come inside (I had been peeking out the window and knew she was in the yard talking to these boys). Hannah was covered in 34 bug bites (love is cruel), smelled like Axe, and she came inside giving me attitude (and I quote "What?").
Excuse me? I started asking questions, because I am an involved parent, not a busy body and apparently Hannah decided she liked this other kid who lives 14 hours away and broke up with Bryce. What?
All day today I asked Hannah if I could text Bryce, and I made comments to Hannah on how much I was going to miss him and that she was crazy to break up with him. Hannah declared it would be creepy if I invited him over and continued to spend time with him. Duh. But it's like we ALL broke up with him. I'm involved with his family. His Mom and I have been doing stuff together. We all spent time together! When I texted David to tell him that Hannah broke up with Bryce, he too said he was sad, would miss him and wanted to know what was up with Hannah.
This was Hannah's first real boyfriend. I was kind of thinking that it would be a fairytale romance and Hannah and Bryce would meet at 13 and fall in love and get married 15 years later after a long celibate courtship. Am I being unreasonable?