Monday, February 14, 2011

Pink

I've been marveling at the joy in my life.

Not to say there hasn't been tough things happening, but for the most part,

I couldn't be happier.



Enough about me.


Heidi has her dads heart.

Most little girls do.

This particular three year old knows just what to say to get what she wants.


She asks nicely, so in her mind, we should comply.


I have been trying to teach my only little girl that just because she wants something, doesn't mean she needs it.

(I pause here to laugh, because this has only been learned by me recently.)


My wonderful husband cherishes his girls.

I, being grown, no longer require any proof of my husbands devotion to me via cards, flowers, etc. I know he lives and breathes love for me when he wakes up, before he leaves for his errands, and after a long exhausting day curled up next to me on the sofa.




I don't need gifts to know he loves me.




Doesn't mean I don't like to be given pretty things.




And, sadly, my wee girl hasn't learned the hard truth that sometimes spending money on what we want isn't practical. I guess we want to shield her from reality for at least a short while.


When Daddy announced one day that he was going to see one of his clients, who happens to be a flower shop, Heidi materialized out of nowhere with a request for her Father as he was putting on his jacket.


"Daddy. You need to buy me a pink flower."

Notice, she said 'you need to'...she's a pro.


Daddy laughed, kissed his daughter, his sons, his wife, and swept out the door in a rush.


When he returned, there was a surprise:





Even though Daddy didn't promise, he came through for our sprite.





There was a lot of noise in the few minutes once she unwrapped the tissue and plastic, and parked herself in the kitchen proudly holding the prize she desired.

The boys were very happy for their sister.

They also prefer toy cars, over flowers any day.

I asked them.


Heidi had also instructed her Father to bring something home for me, because I am, after all, his wife.






That's why Valentines isn't important to me.


I'm spoiled for no reason what-so-ever other days through the year.


My husband is a hero to my daughter.


What else could I want?












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