Normally I know what I will type as a heading before I start writing.
This morning M, who is 4, woke up mostly happy.
She came out and was talking to her brothers before they left for school.
When they left she says to me "Mom, let's go to your bed and snuggle for a minute"
So we climbed under the 3 super warm blankets and talked for about 15 minutes.
I loved every second of it.
She wanted to talk about boys (surprize there!), school, cooking, her brothers, her dad, the colour purple, her cousins that she misses and patterns.
I sat there and watched her eyes sparkle as she talked the whole time.
It was a moment where I knew that I would never get it back.
I knew that no matter how busy my life was, I spent those 15 minutes doing the best thing I could be doing.
I spent the rest of the day just feeling so grateful.
Grateful for a little 4 year old who is headstrong but loveable.
Who has this wild curly hair that she will spend a good 20 minutes doing.
Who loves to try and sneak my makeup on.
Who has a mind like a sponge.
Who really, truly, honestly LOVES her brothers.
Who will colour anything she can get her hands on.
Who is fantastic at helping with the laundry!
Who loves to "help" me cook.
Who has these super cute little dimples when she smiles.
Who loves little kids.
I am so grateful she came to our family.
What a blessing she is.