Dear Madison,
We’re just at the early stages of being able to have conversations with one another, and it makes your word-loving mama’s heart warm when you simply want to sit and tell me about your day. My favorite part of my entire day is picking you up from daycare and listening to you chatter in the backseat about everything you did, who you played with, what you ate, and what you loved.
On picture day you told me what everyone was wearing and how the photographer asked you to say “monkey” instead of “cheese” when they took the photo. Last night at bedtime you “read” me a book and told me that you only sometimes like pineapple because you think it’s “tasty” (aka: sour or spicy). I would have let you talk to me all night if I didn’t know you were trying to delay bedtime.
I hope you always want to tell me about your day. I pray that God would create between us a safe place to share, to confide, to be open about the good, the bad, and everything in between. Not so I can fix it, but so you always know that someone is here for you, even on the hardest days.
Read the rest of my letter to my sweet girl over at Mothers of Daughters today? And excuse me while I go find tissue after the big ugly cry I just had writing this one.