yesterday we spent the day with nana and your uncles. you are just beginning to really enjoy the ocean and demonstrate this by running confidently in and out of the waves. you kept us all in stitches as you sang "hit the road, plaque!" - a song that we sing everyday while brushing your teeth. it's the only way i can get you to stay still long enough to get all of your teeth clean. you also ventured into the wet sand carefully choosing the sand crabs you wanted to add to your collection. i loved watching you play - every day you amaze me with your growing knowledge of the world around you.
today i dropped you off for your last day of summer preschool. you told me you were "just a little scared" but your eyes lit up once we entered the room. you proudly took your name tag and placed it on the board as miss roberta instructed you to do.
i hope as the years go by that you will understand just how much i love you and i especially pray that God will continue to bless our intimate relationship as mother and daughter.
You love to be pushed on the swing. Not for 5 minutes or 10, but for an hour. Poppy and your uncles take turns, because we get worn out.
ReplyDeleteFor the last few weeks you've been telling us that you have an owie on your foot where a dog bit you. This is only one example of your vivid and wild immagination.