My daughter has a kind heart and an old soul. There are times when I am so in awe of her. I don't think it is just her innocence that makes her the way she is. Like any mother I'm sure, I think that she is special.
The other day, we were driving down the street, she looked out the window with a sigh and said, "Mummy, isn't it a beautiful world?"
The subtle reminder was just what I'd been needing. I've been cranky and impatient this week. I am the one who is supposed to be pointing these things out to her and yet, there she was, reminding me to stop and smell the roses.
Here we go into another weekend. Time flies.