Thursday, November 6, 2008
You know, I really like this girl. Wednesdays are just really long and tiring, and Wonder Daddy called to say he was going to be home late. I decided I couldn't hold off on dinner anymore and warmed up Ernie and my spaghetti and meatballs before she had a complete empty-tummy meltdown. Mimi was amazingly asleep in her swing for a few moments, so I sat down with Ernie to wolf down my bowl of pasta with two hands free before the baby woke up again.
When I finished just sat there with my head in my hands feeling tired and scrutinized and generally end-of-the-day-ey and wondering if I should throw the girls in the car to get milk for my little sister's birthday party I was hosting in 45 minutes, or if I should send someone else, because we really needed more than a quarter gallon between the 7 of us.
I heard a little voice "Mommy sad?" "Yes" I nodded, "Mommy is a little sad." "Oh." She paused. "I your fwend Mommy." That's when I almost started to cry. "A Daddy, a Mimi, a me...we a fwee! A fwee fwends." She pushed her noodles and milk across the table towards me, climbed into my lap to wrap her arms around my neck and said "I you too, Mommy."
I love you too, sweetie.
How could a girl be so lucky?