She asked for another lunch date with me. Of course I said yes. We had our first one of this kind last year and we both enjoyed it.
So, I went and picked her up from school before the lunch bell rang.
We headed to a french bakery in the neighbourhood. We loaded up our plates with scones, croissants and everything non-gluten free. We are rebels like that.
The times when it’s just her and I are so special. Everything seems a lot quieter (is that what it’s like having one child?) and there are more moments to simply be a witness and an observer.
Man, I love this kid. Everything about her. The more I get to know her, who she is, who she is becoming, the more I feel it is an honour to be her momma.