For five hours, the kids ran through her house, around her yard. They bounded on to the trampoline. Tucked away in the shed turned playhouse. They played hide-and-seek, forgetting Sena for dozens of minutes. They chalked away on the sidewalk leading to a perfect, red front door.
Meanwhile, Jen baked cookies while I picked her brain. She showed me the children's book that is nearing completion. I peeked around her house, reveling in it's weirdness. "My spirit animal is a thirteen year-old goth kid," she laughs. And since that is who she was when I met her, it seems blatantly obvious. What was far more surprising was hearing her claim that Tim McGraw's show was the best she's ever been to.
My friend: artist, mother, wife, barista, homesteader, closeted country music lover.