So, just as I was starting to think that all this "Unlucky Friday the 13th" stuff was decidedly NOT a bunch of crap, my sweet six year old turned it all around.
I was sitting here on the couch with Noah, who now has the nasty virus Kendall is finally kicking, watching Baby Einstein...and Kendall was outside catching butterflies and grasshoppers. She was having a heck of a time finding any "good grasshoppers", so I had told her to head out to the garden and just stay in the part where the flowers are growing so Scout didn't trample the tomatoes and such. Anyway, I was sitting here cuddling my sick little munchkin, when I hear a knock on the door. So, I hop up and open it up. There stands my darling daughter...holding these...
"I picked these pretty flowers for you, Mama. They make me think of you! Don't you LOVE them?"
Holy cow... how I love that girl!
Just when I needed a pick-me-up...how did she know?
A perfectly shaped bouquet of lillies, just for me. WOW.
The depths of her sensitivity are still shocking to me...
How did I get so lucky?
3 comments:
What a sweet girl!
What an absolute sweatheart!!!!
That's sweet... just watch out for a few days to make sure she doesn't want anything..lol
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