my littlest girl

She is a beauty, full of life and zest.

On most days, I am too busy.   I bustle around doing my grownup things and I rarely stop to connect with her.  And then she and her sister compete for my attention, and well, you get the picture.  I don’t get her to myself often enough.

The last two days of resting on the couch, I have seen more of Anna.  She has been my nurse, bringing me real and pretend medicines, ice packs, and glasses of water.  She has snuggled with me and told me imaginary stories.  And my favorite: this afternoon she put on a choir concert for me, complete with choir shoes and a “stage.”

I learned that my Anna has learned how to sing.  And sing quite well for a 3-year-old, in fact.  She can snap, too.  She knows a long list of songs by heart, and can sing them with vigor and enthusiasm.

To think that I didn’t know.

This is one of the gifts that my sprained ankle has delivered thus far: time and space to connect with my littlest girl.

It is absolutely lovely.

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