Last night after Micah went to bed and my sister-in-law went home for the night, Mara climbed into my bed (where I’m appropriately stationed on “bed”rest). Daniel was working late, so it was Mara and Mommy time.
We read three books. After we were done, she asked, “Mommy, now can I read a book to the little sister?”
So she re-“read” Just Going to the Dentist to her little sister. She has so many of her books mostly memorized, and only occasionally she would stop and ask, “What does this page say?” I’d give her a few words to trigger the memory.
It was kind of humorous to me that she wanted to read a book on going to the dentist to a baby that’s not even born yet.
But at the same time, it was sooo precious. I wanted to run downstairs and grab my camera so I could remember it always. Of course, I couldn’t, and frankly that would have ruined the moment anyway. So instead I just sat there, taking it in: My three-year-old, red-haired girl sitting there in her brown-with-white-polka-dot-kitty-sleeper, legs crossed, reading a book to her little sister, before she was even born.
It was a special moment.
Tonight I was sitting on the couch after dinner, and Mara asked, “Can I give the little sister a hug?” She threw her arms around my middle and planted a huge kiss on my belly. “I gave her a BIIIIIG hug and I KISSED her!” she exclaimed.
I can tell she’s smitten already. And that makes me really happy.
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