“If you haven’t time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded.” ~Robert Brault
Scene: A park. Friday evening.
I walk in.
Noah (age 4 1/2): Look! My friend is here!
Me: What friend?
Noah: YOU!
Me: Mark this down, April 30, 2010 Noah is thrilled to see me.
Me, moments later: Noah, what’s my name?
Noah: What is your name?
Me: Heather.
Noah: Feather! That’s a nice name.
Me, in tears.
Amy, sings softly: “Sunrise, sunset…swiftly through the years”
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Feather is good. Leave it be.
Heavens to Betsy, that child is growing like a weed. In more ways than one.
This is a beautiful post.