Caroline and I spent thirty minutes on the floor at Barnes and Noble looking at a giant atlas of the human body. She would tap my arm and point to the picture she wanted me to explain. Describing the human heart to her, my heart was full.
Spoken at random while reading later: Mommy, should we get a baby that doesn't die?
While outside looking at the beautiful sunset, she kept jumping up and reaching for the sky. She explained, "I'm trying to reach Weston....Here he is...Okay, now I have to throw him back up."
After dinner: Mommy, is there anything I can do to help?
A few minutes later: Is there anything else I can do to help?
A few minutes later: Is there anything else I can do to help?
A few minutes later: Is there anything else I can do to help?
(She actually helped with something every time.)
A few minutes later, after retrieving my jaw from the floor: Is there anything else I can do to help?
While dropping her off at her Wednesday night activity: we said goodbye, Shannon helped her out of the car, and then she said, "Wait!", climbed back into the car, and gave me a huge kiss on the cheek.
Then Shannon and I had a coffee date.
All of this in one day is pretty extraordinary. I don't think my heart could handle this every day.
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