Sweet Kisses

This weekend I babysat 4-year-old Phoebe. She is so dear. We watched "Barbie Swan Princess" (there's a reason that never made theaters), dressed up (yeah, she actually thought I'd fit in her tutu — sweet thing) and built "scrapbooks" out of k-Nex (remember those? They're so fun!). As we're building, Phoebe says in the most precious little voice, "I'm going to miss you when you go home." At that moment I thought, It doesn't get much better than this. And, yes, the title was just to get you to read...but at the end of the night, when Phoebe's dad got home, she came tearing down the stairs wrapped up in a blanket. "Kiss, kiss, kiss!" she said with urgency. So I stooped down and gave her a kiss. How wonderful to be so loved.