This afternoon I picked up my daughter from the bus stop like I do every day. As we walked up the driveway, she twirled around and giggled.
“Do you think it’s funny when I do that, Mommy?” She asked as she spun her tiny body around in circles.
“I think it’s silly.” I replied.
“Your girl is SO silly, isn’t she mommy?” She asked.
I was distracted, my mind consumed with all of the work that I had yet to do. I didn’t respond right away.
“Mommy? Did you hear me? Isn’t your girl silly?”
“Oh, she’s so silly!” I said.
We approached the front door and just as I was about to open it she stopped and gasped.
“OH! Mommy! I almost forgot! I brought you something!”
She reached into her backpack and started to dig around. I could see the panic sweep over her face because she couldn’t find what she was looking for. She dug around the inside of her backpack.
I became impatient because I had so much work waiting for me once we got inside the house.
“Let’s go inside and you can keep looking in there.”
“No, Mommy! I want to give it to you right now!”
I wanted to get inside so I could get back to work. But I took a deep breath, sighed loudly and waited while she frantically searched for whatever it was she wanted to give me.
“Oh, here it is!” She shouted, joyfully.
She held out her hand. Laying there in her tiny little palm was a small, shiny, metallic heart.
“I found this on the ground at school.” she explained “It made me think of you because I love you in my heart. So, I picked it up and saved it to give it to you.”
I knelt down beside her and looked carefully at the heart. I told her it was beautiful. I told her how much I loved it. She smiled and placed it in my hand.
“Don’t lose it.” She hollered as she skipped into the house.