Today at lunch India said to her strawberry, “Call me Ishmael.”
Two days ago we were sitting in a coffee shop and she pointed out her shadow on the wall. I said, “Is that your little buddy?”
“No momma, my shadow is me. See.” And she waved her little hands around to make it move. She’s such a realist when strawberries aren't involved.
I am so blessed. I love that I get to be with her, and grow with her, and help her discover her gifts, and support her in her weaknesses. That kid of mine - she kills me with happiness.
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