Milla has been talking about love lately.
More specifically, she keeps referring to "being in love". It's hard to believe she is only three years old, as I haven't heard much talk of romance from the mouths of other budding babes.
Milla chatting with Joshua on Thanksgiving- Linda and I overheard lots of giggles from the foyer.
SCENE: Today, at the castle, the kids prepare to go play outside in the wet grass with a dreary December sky overhead. I zip up B.'s coat, and help Micah wiggle into her cardigan.
ME: "If you say 'thank you', then I get to say one of my favorite things."
MICAH.: "What?"
ME: "I'm not going to tell you without the magic words..."
MICAH: "Thank you, Mommy."
ME: "Oh man, you are so-o-o-o welcome Micah."
I help snap the buttons on Milla's denim jacket.
ME: "It makes me feel warm inside when someone says 'Thank you' to me... All warm and fuzzy."
MILLA: "I too, Mommy!"
The final button snaps shut.
MILLA: "Thank you, Mommy."
ME: "You are so very, very welcome, my Milla."
Milla cocks her head to one side and grins. Her eyes meet mine in the warm squinty ooze I recognize all too well- the one akin to that similar squinty sweetness which runs through the veins of the King.
MILLA: "I feel like I gonna fall in love wich you...",
We stare at each other for a second, tasting the fullness of love and life. She is her father's daughter. I am her father's partner. There are oceans of unlived delight between us.
