Like sand through the hourglass…

… So are the days of our lives.

Britton takes art class on Tuesdays. Today she did a piece on ‘The Hungry Little Caterpillar‘. At bedtime, I read her… yes, the ‘Hungry Little Caterpillar‘. As I was reading, I consciously thought I need to slow down and take more of these moments in. Not be in a rush to brush, bed, read, prayers.. off to My time.

As I read to her, ‘..on Tuesday, he ate two pears, but he was still hungry..’ I laid my hand on the page next to hers. I stopped reading momentarily and commented “Britty, my hands look like yours”.

Britton: “Yea, but yo-ohs ah more winkold.”
Me: Pretend to cry (after all, I was having a moment- remember)
Britton: Rubs the top of my hand, “Yo-oh hands ah not winkold Mommy. Day ah butaful Mommy’.