This morning I'd been reminiscing about Tenley and thinking how adorable it is when little children misunderstand, mis hear, and mispronounce everything, and how bittersweet it is when they finally get it right.
Today she was walking on the sidewalk, wheeling her fuschia/multi-colored, tot sized, Dora the Explore suitcase behind her saying, "See? I got my soup-case! I got my soup-case Mommy!"
I melted.
And not just because it was 110 outside.
Today she asked me to draw her smiley faces, and I couldn't remember when she stopped calling them "happy bubbles".
Raising growing babes is so bittersweet.
And exhausting.
And wonderful.
And at times when people don't understand what you are up against,
extremely invalidating.
But I love it all the same,
I love being a Mom and I love my girls.