While rocking tonight, “Guess what I did today Mama?!?”

“What Sweetie?”

“I kissed Patrick – Little Patrick.” (big smile)

“What?!?!”

“Yep… Twice.”

Sigh… and so it begins…. at 4.

[Since that day, you have told me many times how you plan to marry Patrick, that you drew a picture of the 2 of you and your “baby girl,” you had a play date at his house that ended with me asking you how it went in front of Patrick and his Mom:
Me: “How’d it go, Maya?”
You: “Terrible. He pushed me and hit me with a stick.”
I look at P’s Mom… she shyly nods: “Yes, it’s true.”
But you recovered… a few days later, your teacher said she saw Patrick standing behind you at storytime playing with your hair. Sigh. One conversation we had in the car went something like.”
You: “I’m going to marry Patrick, Mama.”
Me: “Why are you choosing Patrick to be your husband?”
You: “He thinks I’m pretty.”
Needless to say we had an extensive conversation about setting the bar much higher.]

I love you Baby Girl!!