Tonight I told Emily I wanted her to be 4 forever. Her response:
"Don't be sad Mommy. Even when I get 20 I will still love you.
I will always love you."
Last Friday we had really warm weather so I got out a black summer knit dress, put on a silver belt and bright pink cardigan. When I came downstairs to make her breakfast she said:
"Oh Mommy. Where are you going in such a beautiful dress? I love your
silver belt. Stand back and let me see. Do a twirl. Oh Mommy, you look
so beautiful."
And, in fact, I felt beautiful all day. I made a mental note to wear that outfit again...soon.
How can I bottle all this stuff up and save it? I might need it to keep from strangling her when she is 14... Gosh I love 4. It is my favorite age so far.
