A Moment
I was in the bathroom, applying myriad gels, lotions and what nots, brushing the chompers and what should I hear emanating from my bedroom but my little person's lyrically swaying words, over and over, "Mommy, love you...Mommy, love you...Mommy, love you..."...longish pause...and then the most beautiful and heartfelt rendition of Happy Birthday to Mommy that I have heard in low my many years.
Amazing.
posted by Aerenchyma @ Thursday, June 08, 2006
3 Comments:
Aaahhh, he's just the sweetest little boy! And do you know why? Because he has such great parents! Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Libby, happy birthday to you.
Three things in reply:
1. Happy birthday!!!
2. Wow; and
3. Best present ever.
(okay maybe four things)
Mrs. Duf and I don't get gifts "from TinyE" for each other on Motber's Day and Father's Day because, to me, a piece of art from my daughter - having her say sweet things to me, well...there's no better present. There just isn't. So skip the ties, or the golf clubs, or the fifth of scotch (wait, don't skip the scotch), give me the drawing with the wonderful, amazing, heart-melting sentiment.
Aren't kids the best. My Sarah is sweet like that. It just makes your day. Why do they have to grow up....why damn it why?!?!?!?!?!?
Oh so they can tell you that you don't know anyting how silly of me to forget that.....nah just kidding. They are pretty cool when they grow up too especially those teen years, almost as much fun as trying to nail jello to a tree.
Happy B-day you old bag...oh did I say that out loud? I mean sweetie.
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