So I'm sitting here on the sofa, checking email, doing homework, pondering why Germany has only one season these days...
...and the silence is broken by a tiny voice in another room.
"Baby Beluga! Baby Beluga! Is the water warm? Is your momma home with you? So happy!"
She's supposed to be sleeping, but she's singing her contentment instead. I'm not even going to stop her, because this? These are the moments I live for. These are the moments that make everything else worthwhile.
And it makes me think of others of those moments throughout her life. Little things she said here and there that were funny or touching or just memorable for whatever reason.
In particular, something that Calvin and I reminisced about the other day was when Caroline was just learning to talk and she was having a lot of trouble with prepositions.
She used to walk up to me if I was sitting on the sofa and say, "Ma-ee, I going to sit at you, OK?"
Or "Da-ee I going to dance by you."
Or she'd take his hand and say "Can I walk on you?"
Well, OK, maybe that last one wasn't a mistake at all.