Aaah . . . the innocence of being Zoey. At Toddler Time tonight, right before the class started, Zoey "tooted" loud and clear. The teacher made a joke, saying "There must be a frog in here." Zoey, ever ready to take credit for ANYTHING, says, "Someone tooted. . . and I guess it must have been me." She's kind of my hero right now. She laughs, and everyone laughed with her--not at her.
In the excitement of having a new baby, it's easy to overlook just how cool Zoey is. She's my little buddy and she expresses herself in ways (not tooting necessarily) that I aspire to. Easy to love, wildly emotional, and ready to share herself. It is a wonderful thing to watch her believe that the world is so delightful, so magical, that every morning is a an adventure for her to explore. I foster this, the best I know how, and dread the day she isn't thrilled to exist. After a sort of crappy day yesterday--no particular reason--I made the comment to Matty that my day hadn't been so good. Zoey shared whatever she was snacking on and said, "This will make your day perfect." And it did.
Amber
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Amber you will never know how lucky you are to have Zoey and Ollie, as you know I was never blessed with wee ones but you filled that hole for many years, you will always be like my daughter, my sister and my friend. I love you...
Sis
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