After I took the Pooh out of her bath this evening, dried her off, and put her in bed to relax, she busted out with this impromptu speech:
“Mommy, you are the best.
You give me good tubbies.
You cover me with blankies after my tubby.
You give me good hugs.
You read me nice stories.
I love you so much!”
I misted up and managed to choke out, “I love you too, honey. You are such a great little girl.” I gave her a hug and a kiss, and hightailed it out of her room so she wouldn’t see me disintegrate.
It may be a marathon, but sometimes there are medals every few hundred miles.
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Oh my gosh. I teared up, too. What a wonderful way to close a day… a day where you ran yet another marathon but got the best medal at the end ❤
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Thanks, Chelley. They actually are paying attention sometimes as it turns out. 🙂
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I’m going to start crying too! What a sweet and wonderful reward! So special. And on a special week too! XO
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I forgot that it was a special week, but yes, you are right! Thanks, chica!
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😉
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Where did you get her?! Because that never happens in my house. (Or at least not very often. Ha!) Adorable post!
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Remember that the Pooh does not have to share me with another child…so she can actually squeeze a grateful word in now and then. Glad you liked it!
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Ahhh, so, so sweet … and such a perfect analogy about marathons and medals. Thank you for sharing 😉
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It’s the only marathon medal I will probably ever get, since my behind is too lazy to ever run 26 miles. 🙂
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