“Mom, Can you get me some milk?”
I’m thinking a 7 year old should be capable of pouring her own milk, but I say “Sure!” and head to the fridge.
A picture of a 5 year old soccer player with red pigtails stares back at me.
I pour the milk and think of those sweet red curls…
And that infectious grin…
And this. Always this.
And suddenly I wish she still needed me more often.
My spunky baby girl with the grown-up teeth growing in.
Of course I’ll get you some milk.
And a hug to go with it.