While coloring a flamingo, Moriah was remembering a recent trip to the zoo with her dad.
“We saw flamingos there, Mom. I am going to color him all pink.”
I was in the kitchen washing dishes, she, at the dining room table.
“Mommy, who was your daddy when you were little?”
“Grandpa is my daddy.”
“Oh, then he must love you very much.”
This was one of those moments when all the swirling activity of our home disappeared. Time had stopped and I stood there. Impacted by what she had just said, I was flooded with emotions. I had to take a minute to try and sort out what it was that I was feeling. I found myself overwhelmed with gratitude that this little girl knows with no doubt in her mind that her daddy absolutely and completely loves her.
I nearly took a picture of her flamingo, but I didn’t want to remember that moment with a photograph of her coloring. I want to hold the picture of her pink flamingo in my memory right next to all of the emotion that I choose to leave unsorted for now.
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Wow! I think Moriah's going to grow up knowing exactly how to impact people's hearts. The thing about children is that they notice all the small things, the we "grown-ups" fail to see, the things that we let get lost in the busyness of life. We need to learn from them! Thanks for sharing! Please coninue to tell me about these gems of wisdom that you recieve!
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