Last week when Alea and I were walking out of a store together a woman getting out of her car said “Aw, what a cute baby!” as Alea and I walked by. At first I was a little taken aback by the word “baby” — Alea just turned 3! She walks, she talks, she was jumping around in rain boots for cripes sakes! But after I got over the initial shock of her wording, I couldn’t help but smile. Alea is my baby. And she always will be. She may count and run and jump and ride a scooter, but she’ll always be my little girl. She’ll always be my baby.
+ thank you to that lady we just happened to encounter that day for making me smile. It really is the little things sometimes.