She is about to be five. Tea parties, fairies, song and dance are essential parts of everyday. I love these parts. When she pours him some hot strawberry tea, served with a paper cookie. She finds me the perfect seat, reminds me not to spill in the living room, and introduces which show I will be viewing. She takes her performances very seriously. Not only is there an intriguing story involving Russian, or a great- great- great grandmother I have yet to meat, there are twirls like no other and costumes. The stories can go on for a long time. She lights up as she shares.
This is the part I am so thankful to have time for. To meet in her world, to be lost in the story. In wanting to have kids I never knew how rich it could be.
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