Listening to Relationships by Haim

Letter's to my Daughter #2. The story of how I met Marino, 10 long years ago.

Hi baby,

Can I just say. You would have loved Brat summer. Not Haim summer. Brat. It was the summer you were conceived, or the season to preface it. I’m going to spare you the details on that part, but one day I will tell you about the heatwave filled months where women all over the world decided smoking vogues were back in, and hot shorts were the only uniform for our unanimous rebellion. There’s no way this sort of energy could have lasted any longer than it did. Frankly it was dangerous. Kaitlyn once said “we survived Brat summer” and she’s damn right. Things had to burn out by the fall, for our own safety. Sometimes there’s only one thing left to do after the rave. Start a family. So we did just that. And along came you.