She walked through the door, her backpack hanging off of her shoulder.
“Hey girl!” I said as I scooped her up into my arms. I carried her to the sofa
, sat down and placed her onto my lap.
“How was school?” I asked.
She began telling me about her day. As she was talking, she put her hands on my cheeks and looked at my face. I smiled, because it was totally sweet and I love her so much.
“You know what, Mom?” She said as she held my face in her hands.
“What?” I responded lovingly, expecting her to say something precious.
“You’re bloated.”
I told her I didn’t think that was a kind thing to say. She assured me she wasn’t trying to hurt my feelings or be mean. She just thought my face looked a little puffy, was all.
Fair enough.
Five minutes later, she walked into my room and handed me half of her cookie. Because she just loves me so much.
She’s good, that girl.
They keep us humble. My precious 7 year old snowflake and I were snuggled face to face, enjoying a moment of blessed serenity and soul bonding that had me near tears with the GODLINESS of the moment when she quietly whispered, “Mommy, your breath is making me want to die.”
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