Laura amazes me. She is such a strong little girl, recognizing that she misses Daddy but telling me "I be ok, Mama." And then out of the blue, she does something just like he used to or asks to do something they did together. Last night, it was milk & cookies. She asked for a cookie...my kid who doesn't even care for sweets, asked for a cookie. But she insisted she wanted a cookie so I gave it to her.
L: "And something to dip it in, Mama."
Me: "Honey, we don't dip cookies in anything."
L: "I want to dunk it Mama!"
Me: "I don't have anything to dunk it in!"
L: "No, Mama. Like Daddy used to."
And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. She remembers the two times they had milk and cookies before bed shortly before he passed away. He sat her on the counter, got them each a glass of milk and had milk and cookies. Well...she dunked, and he ate the cookies. And my heart burst...burst with joy that she remembers these seemingly small, everyday things and with tears that he's not here for her.
So I sat her on the counter and we had milk and cookies. A glass of milk for each of us.
