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Monday, April 20, 2009

Declarative sentences

"I'm glad you moved here, Babci."

It was spoken softly by the little dark-haired girl descending my staircase. I was in back of her and almost missed the spontaneous words. Sophie's sincerity caught me by surprise.

"Sophie, I'm glad I moved up here too, to watch you and Hannah grow."

"You would have missed a lot."

"I know." Oh, dear heart, I know. Believe me, I know.


"Thank you, Babci, for having me for a birthday sleepover."

"My pleasure." My delight.

6 Comments:

  • At 6:43 PM, Blogger slouching mom said…

    Oh. That made me cry.

     
  • At 7:38 PM, Blogger Terry said…

    Beautiful Sophia--she is as astute and kind as she is beautiful.

     
  • At 9:15 AM, Anonymous Mel said…

    Aren't those moments precious? It almost makes the tantrums and sibling fights worth it. Almost. You need the kisses and cuddles to even it out.

     
  • At 1:26 PM, Blogger Meg said…

    That made me cry, too. Such a sweety. Thanks for sharing, Elaine.

     
  • At 1:36 PM, Blogger Lori said…

    How precious; brings a tear to the eye. ~ from one grandmother to another.

     
  • At 6:09 PM, Anonymous Pittsfield Kate said…

    What a beautiful moment.

     

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