"This has been the summer of my dreams," I say to my daughter.
"That's pathetic," Ally replies.
Maybe. But it's true. In the three months Ally's been home between graduating from college and moving to Spain, we've been each other's best companion. Long walks, lattes, massages, cooking side by side, a mani-pedi to mark the dwindling days of flip-flops and our time together. We've even managed some good talks until I mess up by asking, "What if you fall in love and decide to stay in Spain forever?"
I dreamed of such a summer four years earlier, before Ally left for college. But back then my dream was her nightmare. So she stayed out late with friends, sleeping in till the coast was clear from my offers of ensnaring lattes.
Four years away have allowed Ally to come back not only with a college degree, but with an independent identity that makes our bond less threatening. Free lattes? Bring them on!