After dropping my girls off in their Sunday school classes last week, I looked up to see friends of mine walking through the doors to the preschool wing with their little girl. Their 2-year-old daughter saw me, let go of her mother’s hand, and came running full speed ahead towards me with her arms outstretched. I dropped to my knees and accepted one of the sweetest hugs ever.
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In a way, I kind of feel sorry for The Husband.
It’s not his fault that my mother was the absolute BEST caretaker in the WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD when I was sick. It’s not his fault he can’t read my mind like she did and know just when I wanted a perfect grilled cheese sandwich, or when I just wanted to sit and stare mindlessly at the television.
Have you seen that movie? Read the book?
Good stuff.
I’m happily married, and happily out of the whole dating scene, but I found myself thinking about the movie in particular last week. I remember at the beginning there being a scene where a little boy picks on a little girl, and when she tells her mommy about it, the mommy tells the little girl that the boy probably just likes her.
Today my 6-year-old was in our living room drawing and coloring, and out of nowhere she thoughtfully looked up and said,
“When I grow up, I’m going to be an author.”


