(Warning, there’s not much to this post. It’s mostly for myself for years later.)
The scene: a quiet Saturday morning. I needed to run some errands before making gauges for the rest of the day. My little girl asked to come along on said errands, as she often does.
“Okay, hop in Bucky.” (Bucky was the Miata with her car seat installed at the time.)
“But… I haven’t had a Sharka ride in a while.”
“But Bucky has your seat. Let’s just go in him.”
And then she peers into Sharka’s passenger window and starts kind of chattering. The conversation went something like this –
“Hi Sharka! How are you? Yeah, I’m pretty good too. *giggle* yea, I could use a bath too. I’m hungry. I think me and daddy will get some brunch. Where should we go? Hmmm… that’s a good spot…”
My heart melted.
And she just kept talking to Sharka, her big brother. I had time to pull my phone out and snap this pic.
Thing was, she wasn’t doing this for my benefit. She wasn’t putting on a show. It’s OBVIOUS when a 6 year old is putting on a show. She just missed Sharka and wanted to say hi. I don’t think she even realized I was listening.
I had no choice.
Yeah, I swapped the car seat into Sharka right away and we drove out. Not one mouth was without a smile. Harriet, Sharka, and me. All three. Such happiness.
My quick errand became a full morning of driving here and there, brunch, meandering, and not doing much in particular.
Best morning in quite a while.
Years go by so quick. It seems like just a few weeks ago, I was writing about Harriet’s first drive in Sharka. I should imagine her prom pix next to the little blue and white car will be shot next month. I couldn’t let this one go by without a quick blog.
My heart is full, you guys. It’s really full.