"Picking out this color.
Drawing the heart.
Cutting out the heart.
Walking over here.
Putting the glitter glue on.
Walking over here.
Laying it down to dry. "
She went on like this for over an hour. I don't think she was saying it for me in particular, but rather just keeping her voice occupied as her hands and creative spirit were.
It was sweet to listen to.
Sweet like the question she asked earlier today: "Mom, will you be my Valentine?"
My response: "Oh yes honey, thank you for asking." And unspoken: forever and ever, even when you grow older and wouldn't dream of asking.
