Some stories, you never want to forget.
This is a me post. I don’t care if you read it. It’s here for me.
My daughter will turn 2 later this month(you can send cash gifts to my Paypal, eric_millerSPLATinsightbbDOTcom) woke me up this past Saturday by climbing into my bed and telling me, “Daddy, I’m hungry.”
I chuckled a little, and asked her seriously, “Well, what do you want for breakfast?” She took a moment of serious thought before telling me, “‘Donalds.” I had to laugh- I take her there once a month, the Saturday my wife always works.
“Ok, what do you want from McDonalds?”
She had to think for a second again. “Pancakes.”
“What else?”
More thought. “Juice.”
“What kind of juice?”
“Oranjuice.”(I love the way she runs it together) What struck me as really funny there, is I always ask her that when we’re there, and it’s never been anything but “appajuice.”
I’m almost in tears at this point because she’s remembered so much. I asked her, “Will that be all?”
“Brownie?”
Despite knowing she really doesn’t eat all that much, especially when we’re out, I packed her and my wife up then and there. She told the lady working the register exactly what she wanted. We sat down, she ate half of her pancakes, drank her juice, ate a couple of bites of our shared brownie, and just looked pleased as punch out with mommy and daddy for breakfast. She put a different little tear in my eye when we were all ready to leave and she threw her arms out and reached for my wife and I, and said, “Big squeeze!” for a big family hug.
Boy, do I ever love this girl.
