Tonight's installment is short and sweet, very sweet. My soon-to-be four-year-old and i were picking up branches and things in the back yard today. she was talking a mile a minute, as usual. i asked her to help me with something that i had, and she stopped what she was doing, stopped talking, looked up at me and shook her head softly. "I'm just not as strong as i used to be, mama." And then she continued picking up her things and chatting to me about everything under the sun.
it cracked me up. She always does, but this line in particular was so sweet. She picks up so much on adult's conversations, semantics, and body language, so when she does something like that, she really looks like she's sixty-something years old, shaking her head at her youth, and commenting on her year's gone by strengths. ahhh, my small old soul of a girl. i just adore her!
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