Sometimes I just luck into priceless moments. Because they’re certainly never the ones I attempt to create.
(For example, see when Thomas the Train drowned in a Puddle of Mud.)
Ali asked if we could go out to the porch swing the other morning. We were both still in our jammies and had nowhere to go for a while (and I’m not horribly ashamed of my neighbors seeing me in my jammies, unfortunately for them), so I agreed.
She wanted to push ME in the swing.
As she pushed me, she told me stories and dreams and recounted scenes from movies, and I just rocked in amazement at how much she was opening up and letting me into her world.
I mean, the girl can always talk, but not necessarily always about interesting things. You can only discuss the Princesses and their respective Princes so many times.
I learned that her favorite color (for the day) was Black Splat, that there was a picture in the big kid’s Sunday School class of God and a little girl in a swing with a little boy pushing them (I will have to investigate for accuracy), that she thinks butterfly kites would be her favorite thing in the whole world, and that everyone got really dirty in “Mary Boppins”.
I started to get cold, and she said “That’s okay – don’t move! I’ll go in and get you a blanket and bring it back out to you ALL BY MYSELF.”
And she did.
After about half an hour of this amazing porch time, I asked her if I could go get my camera. She agreed, and decided that she wanted me to take pictures of her silly faces.
(Sorry, Non-Glee fans…)
So I photoshopped…
And, most importantly, we absolutely relished each other’s company.
Mental Note: Keep an eye out for more perfect moment opportunities.
And spend more time on the porch.
Letting Ali rock ME.
And bring ME blankets.
I think I could get used to having a Kid-Butler instead of being a Butler to a Kid.