On Tuesdays, Sophie always comes (with her dad) to bring me out for dinner after work - a lovely treat.
Today, I came down with a flu for the second time in 2 months. My voice is gone, the laryngitis is exhausting, and I am feeling poorly. Stepping into the car, I placed my hands in Sophie's lap as I always do. She held them and said, "Mummy, cold." Subsequently, she motioned me to come a little closer and pulled me into a hug. Awww.
That's my girl. In moments like this, I feel like the luckiest person on Earth. Or whenever she tells me to pray for this person, and that person, and etc. at bedtime - I marvel at how much consideration she has for her loved ones. I appreciate it that she never tells me to pray for her(self), even though I do. Perhaps, it's because she feels like she doesn't lack anything. After all, we shower her with love every day.
3 months past her 2nd birthday.
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