THE Princess has taken to calling us and just about anybody she is playing with "Sweetheart." It took me awhile, but I figured out that it means to be the child. She'll say to me, "Mom, you be the sweetheart and I'll be the mama." Or, "Daddy and you are the sweethearts and I'll bring you a bottle if you cry."
Every night we read books after we crawl into bed. Lately, it's been one of my very favorites. Love Song for a Baby by Marion Dane Bauer.
"You came into our world like a comet,
Like birdsong in the silver silence of dawn.
And, oh, how we love you!"
So now, after a bad day. Redemption.
My comets, my birdsong, my sweethearts. Oh, how I love you!