One day we were snuggling in the morning in our bed. She was having her milk and the valve in her sippy cup was squealing and gurgling. She said, “My cup is talking!”
“What’s it saying?” I asked.
She thought about it for a second and replied, “Jesus loves me!”
Yesterday I brought home orange lilies and put them in an old glass milk jug. I said, “Eva, look at our new flowers!”
She said, in total awe and with a little gasp, “Wonderful!”
(I’ve never heard her use that word before).
There were a couple more, but of course, they have escaped me, as that’s what happens when you don’t write them down ASAP.
I know I promised a blog on peace quite some time ago, but I will get to it someday…