My lovebird Pip will be 14 years old this summer.

I had just read Great Expectations in English class and thought Pip was a cute name.  Incidentally, Pip was also short for Philip – the name of my current crush.

I can’t think of anything else I’ve had for so long.  And I’m afraid that this connection to my 15-year-old self won’t be around much longer.

Pip loved to cuddle as a baby. As he got older, his instinct to do so faded.  He was much more interested in flying around, playing, and exploring.  Now he’s reverted back to his cuddly self.  He’s content to curl up at my neck or be held in my hand.

So I take him out most mornings and nights just so he can be held and cuddled.  And so that I can remember what it was like to be 15.