After her bath on Wednesday, Rachel came downstairs and tried to sneak up on me from behind and scare me by shouting, "BOO!" (She did that other night when I was deep into reading the Post and scared the bejesus out of me). This time I turned the tables on her, and just as she was about to pounce I turned around in my chair and yelled, "BOO!" to her. She was very frightened and ran into the study.
I joined her there and we climbed into the soft Papasan to cuddle. As she laid her head on my chest, she sighed and said, "I love this moment!"
"So do I!" I answered. Let's promise to always remember it, OK?"
"Even when I'm in a wheelchair!" she promised.
A few minutes later, she said, "I wish there were 300 more of you born!"
Is it any wonder I'm utterly in love with this kid??
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment