Tonight, at bed time, after a day filled with activities that tired her out, I peered into her eyes…
Me – “When did you first know you are amazing?”
Her – “Right now.”
Me – “No, really. When did you first know?”
Her – “When I was at zero.”
Me – “Zero? What does that mean?”
Her – “When I was in Mamma’s belly.”
Me – “You knew it then? You understood that you were alive then and that you are amazing?”
Her – “Mmh (yes).”
Me – “Could you hear anything?”
Her – “Yes. It sounded like (she made muffled, garbled sounds).”
Me – “Did you feel loved?”
Her – “Mmh.”
Me – “Where was it coming from?”
Her – “From Mamma and from Dadda.” (nickname)
Then she pulled me in close to try to get me to tickle her neck while she dodged me and giggled.
