As her siblings trudged up the hill to the school gate, my littlest clambered up to the front seat of the minivan clutching her blanket, holding on to her beloved for a last few moments before the school day.
I gave her the moments she needed.
Finally ready for the day's adventures, she flung herself out of the car, threw the blanket on the front seat, hoisted her pink, peace-sign backpack over her shoulder and shouted a definite and robust I LOVE YOU over her shoulder before marching forth into her morning. I answered back with "I love you too" and sped off down the hill, feeling warm and happy about having a daughter who so easily and enthusiastically expresses her love for me.
Our little exchange carried me into and through my day with a smile on my face.
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That night, on the way home from school, she giggled to herself as she was once more reunited with her blanket. The giggles continued. I asked her what was so funny.
"This morning, when I got out of the car and put my blanket on the seat? {giggle giggle} I said I love you, and you said it back? Well...{giggles growing here}...I was talking to my blanket! And YOU thought I was talking to YOU!"
Full blown belly laughs, now.
At least she had the decency to bury her face in her blanket to muffle the sound.
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And the truth shall make you sheepish.
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Oh, dear. I've had this happen in many ways, as well. :-)
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