Friday, June 20, 2014


We went to the pool and I asked Libby to go upstairs and get dressed when we got home. She comes down like this and proudly presents herself with a "tada!". I start to give her a hard time about her ridiculous get up. It's hot, and it's too much. But she explains that it is only 3 things. Then she explains how the button down shirt she has on underneath makes it "handsome". (Can you tell she has brothers?). Now my heart is softened, and I decide not to ask her to change.
Then I see the picture she was drawing, and if my heart wasn't already mush, it is now.



She knows how to write two words. Her name and mine. She writes them everywhere (including on my kitchen cushions). She draws hearts around them and draws pictures of us holding hands. She is my girl. She is overbearing at times and demands my attention in frustrating ways like climbing all over me when I'm trying to nurse the baby. But she is beautiful and loving and smart and helpful. And so strongly today I feel the sacredness of all of this. I realize I am the most important person in her whole world. I get to be that person for a short time really. Sometimes it is exhausting or frustrating, but it is the most awesome role that I will ever fill.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I have to say that I have read your words (about your role in Libby's young life), and I get weepy-eyed each time I read them. Yes, you get to be "that special person" for just a really short time, but it is an awesome, sacred time. Cherish, remember those special moments always. Love You So Much - - MOM xoxo