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.
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?
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.”