Window shopping with Shadows, Butter & Teenagers

A perfect day for a stroll with the snow on the inside and the sun on the outside. A visit to the french bakery, more for a destination then anything else. What made me most happy about the entire scene was eating by candle light with my date, a sleeping baby bear, and candles before the sun went down at that!

This wasn't my first visit to the bakery and every time I peruse the cases of french desserts, breads, and pastries the man behind the counter has found some way to assure me that each item in the case is just a different rendition of butter. I'm not sure that keeps most customers coming back, but I on the other hand, will eat me some rendered butter. Maybe that is my French side?!

Anyway on the way home our stroller shared the sidewalk with a teenager. You know the "typical" teenager. Hair in his face, hoodie up, no eye contact teenager. He was walking, playing his electrical guitar, you could only really hear the twang of the strings if you were close. But it reminded me of that time in life. Such an exciting time! Finding your passions, defining yourself, experimenting, and not giving a f#@!$ while simultaneously giving a f#@!$. I will always think of my teenage years with some awe, some appreciation and lots of nostalgia but never any regret. What a winding journey it was. I so understand that journey and I am thankful for what that age brings to the world. I really can't wait for my boy to become a teenager ("can't wait" might be the wrong phrase, I can wait, and will patiently, but I am looking forward to parenting a teenager!).