Today at the park, my daughter made me a little “egg soup.”
She seems to understand, in her own way, that I don’t eat eggs, so she told me very seriously, “This is an egg Mommy can eat.”
It made me smile. Somehow it felt like she was thinking about me, and it made me quietly happy.
On our walk, we also found a beautiful plum tree in bloom.
Compared to the others, this one still had many tight buds — which means we’ll be able to enjoy the blossoms for a while longer.
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