Mommy, come Play with Me

This morning started off as any other morning. I came downstairs, started my coffee, and got the mail. Then, I offered my daughter her breakfast and we sat in the kitchen enjoying our morning. We told each other about how our night was. Once she was done, she began to watch television while I checked my email and wrote a blog. (I didn't get to write yesterday on my other blog. I try to write one everyday.) Once I was done, my daughter came over and we began to play. Using our imaginations. First, we cuddled up and watched one of her favorite shows. Then, it was craft time. We are in the process of creating a "garden" in her room. (Her idea) We made butterflies out of items I had around the house and now those beautiful butterflies are hanging in her room. (Will add a picture of them later.) Next, she asked me if we could play reporter... let me tell ya... the confusion that went through me... I had not a clue of what she wanted to do.

She grabbed a small note pad and a pen. Then, began asking me questions. (She's seen this a few times when I was being asked questions about my novel.) After about several questions, she handed me the paper which said, "Emma <3 Mommy". All the time she was writing, I didn't realize what she was doing. This warmed my heart. I knew she knew how to write her name but I didn't know she watched me when I wrote my notes to her.

This had to be one of the best mornings I have had in a long time.