Tonight as I was making dinner, I asked Rachel to pick out two placemats, one for her and one for Mommy.
She was carrying some counting cards. One had a picture of six ducks. She carefully laid them down on the mat under the sink and said, "I'm sorry, duckies. I have to get placemats for Mommy and me."
She then brought the placemats to the table --"one for me, one for you," then went back to the kitchen mat, picked up her cards and brought them to her place at the table and set them down.
As I was cleaning up after dinner and she was playing in the living room, she ran into the kitchen (Rachel never walks anywhere in this house, she runs), hugged my legs and then sat down, her back against the back of my legs, and did some scribbling with a brown crayon and some paper.
I tried to memorize how the weight of her little body felt against my legs and looked up and thanked heaven that I have such a wonderful little girl. I'm beginning to understand how people say this time in your kid's life is so fleeting.
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