Em and I took an after-dinner trip to JCPenny. I had a coupon burning a hole in my pocket and a need for retail therapy. Life is rough right now, and it's my fault it's this way, but the heavy heart and the tears needed some comfort son off we went. It isn't easy taking a bouncing, bright two year old out him public alone, especially a department store that doesn't have shopping carts with child seats and belts. Miss Independent would protest anyways, insisting on walking which is really this new art form of skipping or jumped King. I find myself repeating "hand, please" over and over like a mocking bird. A cheery pink sweater caught my eye on the clearance wrack. "Mommy, I hold it? Mommy, what's that? Mommy, you try it non?" The questions are ends and my focus is on the size of the sweater and if I could make it my own.
Then the world around me stopped.
The cheery pink sweater seemed less important (even on clearance!).
I hear her sweet sing song voice bubbling "Twinkle Ywinkle Little Star..." My beautiful, innocent, joyful daughter. Singing at the top of her little lungs without a care in the world. Now that is joy. That is blessing. So I chimed in, for all the world to hear, and we finished the song together in the middle of the clothing racks "how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are."
She smiled, beaming from ear to ear. Eyes lit up. Joy unspeakable surrounding her. And a giggle.
I'm incredibly blessed to have her in my life, to call her my own.
*forgive typos, blogged from iphone*
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