March 9, 2010

I don’t write enough. You’re too fast. You say the darndest things all the time. You’re a ham and a toot… so incredibly animated. On to a couple of stories I wrote on a napkin so that I could remember to journal them to you.

On the way to church on Sunday, you asked me, “When you got married, did you sit on the fireplace with Daddy and drink tea and dream of your kids?” I said, “Of course!” giggling to myself. Then you said, “I missed you while I was in heaven. Did you miss me?” I said, “I missed you all my life until God gave you to us!”

At church, I played with you in the kids area afterward. It’s so spacious, and I felt like doing a cartwheel (we were by ourselves, btw). I showed you and you said, “I like your moves Mommy!”

Then we went to draw on the chalk board. You drew a circle for the face, two eyes and a smile. I said, “Now you should add some hair.” You said, “Well actually, it’s Daddy!” Lol…