Leave it to a toddler’s limited experience and vocabulary to distill life to its most relevant. Last night, as Michael was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, Avery shuffled down the hall, pushing her doll stroller ahead of her. She stopped when she got to him and asked, “Are you happy? Are you happy, Dada?”
His reply, equally simple and beautiful, came without hesitation. “Yes I’m happy. And you know why? Because you’re my little daughter.”
That seemed to satisfy her, and she turned and headed for the couch, asking for a cup of milk.
It was a small moment, but one that made me very proud to know that even at the tender age of two, my little baby is already asking life’s most important questions.
2 comments:
Avery rocks. Miss you guys, hopefully I can get down there for another visit before too long...
We miss you too man. I have not been the best about keeping in touch, I hope all is going great for you Andy!
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