Last night lily earned herself a popsicle (by eating her dinner, hoorah!) and boy was she pleased with herself. It's amazing how happy a popsicle can make a three year old. She just sat there slurping it and grinning to herself the whole time while Kyle and I giggled and watched from inside. Seriously parenting can feel like you're in the trenches just trying to survive sometimes, and then out of no where it can turn right around and shower you with warm fuzzies. I couldn't help but envision a little boy out there giggling and laughing with her and that about sent me to the moon.
She is such a stinkin' doll, and watching her is a darn good reminder that sometimes
all you need in the world to be happy is a popsicle.
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