I love my little Sunday morning buddy. She fills a gap in my heart that I have had since I quit teaching.
This morning, I sat in the floor with her, praying that my aging, strained back would support me while I struggled to fit my body into a 1st grade girl position.
"Why do you have that?" she points to the clip randomly stuck in my wild hair.
"It holds my curls when they can't be still." her eyes widen, I smile, she smiles and hugs me.
A few minutes later, she leaned closer to me and looked up at my face and hair.
"I need your clip. I cant be still."
I smiled at her, and hugged her. Her body went limp and rested against mine.
"I'll be your clip."
some parts of life ....................................are easy to love.