One afternoon last week, I was sitting with a group of folks, chatting, when Bird wandered up. He'd had a nice day, playing with some of the other kids at Wisteria, and he was enjoying some time with a new grown-up friend, the fellow selling rough gems and beautifully crafted jewelry across the road from us.
Bird hugged my arm, sighed, and said "Mommy, you'll always be my woman."
Sweet.
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That is quite a sentiment from one of his years...may it last and grow as he does!
From the mouths of babes...
Mister Hermit, sir, I hope it does...he's a sweet little boy, and I hope he never outgrows the sweetness...
Cygnus, they do speak such charming sentiments...
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