My girl got a haircut yesterday.
And honestly, she looked so grown up. She wouldn’t let me take a front view. Sad face…but
Zero, Brandy’s pup, got to hang out on her lap at the salon, because apparently even the dog knows where the safest, sweetest place is.
Then we got home, and Tot wanted to PLAY.
Not scroll. Not disappear. Not be too old for it…..Play!
We started going through all of her old bins and found the cars and the little toys and all the things that used to fill our days. She had a blast pulling everything out, remembering pieces of who she was, and letting herself be imaginative and silly and free.
I love this side of her.
The playful side.
The creative side.
The side that reminds me she is still a kid, even as she is growing up right in front of me.
It felt like a tiny gift from God, like He is letting you revisit a room you thought had already closed. For a little while, I got to see my little girl again. Not because she went backward, but because childhood still lives in her. And I am so grateful.
Today….CHURCH! Some Sundays feel daunting…just the thought of missing. But today. We all went! That was enough.
Tot and I sent selfies back and forth later, because that’s just what we do. She told me I was gorgeous.
Then she said, “I take after you.”
Melt me into a puddle.
She probably has no idea how much that meant to me. Not because of the compliment, but because of the connection. I felt the sweetness between us.
And then there’s Coopy.
He is absolutely glued to the set, watching TV like he is waiting for his big scene. Toy on the floor, eyes locked in, fully invested. I don’t know what he thinks is happening up there, but he is committed.
It was just another weekend.
Dad doing the beautification of our home and fixing things that need it. He is so helpful and selfless.
God is here.
And I am grateful.