Good morning, darling.
Guess what today is?
Mommy daughter day.
Yes, you get to choose everything we do.
Purching out her tiny pink lips she covers mommy in a jumping hug and smootch.
Breakfast at home wouldn’t be fun. We always eat breakfast in this chair and at this table.
She opts for chicken of her favorite sort in breakfast form. Mommy doesn’t mind fast food coffee or art work of cows that much anyway. In fact, today she will take it twice.
The cold bites their noses that hold the same profile as they exit. Christmas spirit fills the air.
Decisions are hard. Brushes, bowls, and color splatters will rein in choice. Her Laughter bounces off the quite walls of the quaint pottery shop.
There is always a song to be sung. Something that will cover a sea of people to make them turn and grin.
Jumping, tickle fights, and Goldie perform on enormous indoor trampolines.
Twelve dollars is tucked in tight into a tiny pink tote as they walk past the Polynesian doll. Six dollars short and mommy is thankful she can’t count money yet.
The theater brings scents of salt and butter. Sitting three. She hands her new friend a handful of popped bliss.
She stares with gratitude and tired eyes asking if the day has to end.
Mommy looks into the rear view mirror with a heart full of joy to a little girl dreaming for another day, just like today.