Precious Moments
I love the kids next door. Their parents are the best neighbours I’ve ever had, and they’ve raised two of the sweetest, funniest girls around.
The oldest girl is six, and is one of those people who needs to know what’s going on in the street. From the earliest age, she would always say hi to me as I came out of the house, and ask what I was doing or where I was going. Nowadays, she knows the score: It’s “Hi Nancy. You’re going to work, aren’t you?” Always followed by a very serious “How’s your Mom? Is she sleeping?” Did I mention she was six years old?
Yesterday when I pulled into the driveway, both girls were outside playing. The eldest, recovering from strep throat, met me with a smile and said “I can tell you’re coming home from work.” When asked how she knew that, she stated, in a matter-of-fact sort of way: “I recognized your uniform.” Then her sister got into the act, greeting me with a big wave and telling me that she needed to tell me something. She called me to come closer, closer, and closer again. Down on my knees (she’s three), she whispered in my ear.
“I love you.”
Then she gave me a dandelion flower.
