So, yeah. This post is about Sophia. And her little world view as of last night.
During family prayer, she started crying all of the sudden. You know the kind of cry, sad and quiet and pathetic? So I whispered in her ear and asked her why she was crying.
"Because I just like everyone to say a prayer for me and I like the prayer."
"You're crying because you like the prayer?"
"Yes. Because it's my favorite thing in the world and it makes me so happy. But Daddy never not praying for me right now." (Quiet sobbing...)
Talk about heart melting.
She was having a hard time, so I lay down with her for a bit while she was falling asleep. Here are a few other things she said to me last night.
"I wish I had a Woody toy and a Buzz toy. But I never not going to get one until I turn another number. And so I have to wait until I'm five now." (More quiet sobbing....)
"It's dark outside, and we can't go out there when it's dark because we can't breathe. Only when it's light we can breathe outside, right Mommy?"
"Mommy? Promise me that you will never throw away my monkey pillow because I really love it and it's so soft." (Yes, quiet sobbing.)
"I only get one birthday because I'm only one person." (So sad.)
"Sad means I'm not happy. And I'm not happy because my tummy is hungry and that means I need to go down and check if there's food in the fridge" (Pretty much the end of the world now.)
Her little tired and very sad self finally fell asleep. But only after tapping me on my cheek and saying, "Mommy? I love you. Your eyes are more prettier."