(From a draft I started 3 years ago). I could not love her more. Some days - or some moments in the day - she does make me a little crazy, and I wonder, "Who is this child?!"
One Sunday in March (2013) after her nap, she requested (as usual) a snack. Specifically, "Tea, cake, M&Ms, raisins, and popcorn. OkAY, Mom?" I go to the kitchen to boil water. Just in case I've forgotten, she pokes her head around the corner, "Popcorn, Momma,"
Naomi giving me an allotment out of her HUGE bowl: six pieces in a cupcake holder.
Today I came across a letter Mom to Moesa (my grandma) that explained a lot. I was five at the time. "I just gave Christine a little spanking. I heard her go into the living room and say to Job [my dad], "Why did you ever marry that woman?"" Maybe that explains it all...
Excerpt from a Longfellow poem that further explains my sentiments:
| THERE was a little girl, | |
| And she had a little curl | |
| Right in the middle of her forehead. | |
| When she was good | |
| She was very, very good, | |
| And when she was bad she was horrid. |
I love love love this girl.
Kindergarten app submitted. Tests completed. All that remains is a parent interview. I'll miss having her all to myself come fall. Providing Phil and I pass our part of the process.
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