It’s her language

Always said with a grin when something finally clicks — like remembering the name of the fishing boat while saying a prayer for a safe trip, or after successfully climbing into my sister’s tall-ass vehicle and declaring, I think I lost my virginity.

It’s light. It’s funny.
It’s her language.

Me and my sisters say it constantly. It sneaks into conversations, group texts, hikes, and road trips. A little reminder of the woman who raised us to laugh when life finally gets it together.

Oh, there you go.