Rachel is so cheerful getting up in the morning, it's hard to believe she'll be an impossible tween and an unbearable teenager, cranky at not being able to sleep as long as she wants, etc. Here is what she said when I walked into the kitchen today, wearing a dress and jewelry from Africa:
"Mommy! You look like a queen! All you need is a crown and a wand!"
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"I'm gonna make a chocolate chip banana grape blueberry bread on Sunday," Rachel announced at breakfast. Guess who gets the first bite?"
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"Did you ever ready the Baba Yaga stories when you were little?" she asked while we were eating dinner.
"Um, no," I answered.
"She has a house made of bones and chicken feet so she can move around, and chicken bones for a fence," she said. "And she eats humans! And Asilia has to do all the cleaning. And her stepmother and stepsisters don't like her. At ALL."
Mom, I don't remember you reading this book to me.
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"I love Daddy very much, but I just like being with you," Rachel said over dinner. In the pool later tonight, she said, "All I want is YOU!" and wrapped her arms around me in a big hug.
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We were cuddling in bed tonight after I sang her some songs (and she, as usual, had a hilarious time substituting her own words for the real ones), when I was suddenly moved to stroke her cheek and say, "You'll make a great mommy someday."
"You already ARE a great mommy," she replied.
Suddenly teary-eyed, I said, "Thank you, Rachel. You made my night!"
"You made MY night!" she said.
This is why I spend half of my life all weepy.
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