She wraps her arms around her daddy’s neck just so.
Just enough to create a little fortress where she can block out spying eyes.
Just enough to whisper a secret…
A secret she’s waited all week to share.
I pretend to busy myself with mindless tasks while daddy and daughter concoct a plan. I steal furtive glances when she’s too deep in secret telling to notice my presence. I watch, quietly, wondering where their secret plan will take them this time.
I soak it in, making a note to remember every detail of this moment in time. The little striped leggings, the sweater dress of an opposing pattern, her long brown layers highlighted from days spent outside cascading down her back (“long, like Mommy, please”), the giant brown eyes brimming with excitement, and the cute little flowered flip flops. Always the flip flops…no matter the weather.
“Daddy and I have a super big secret”, she gushes, before running back into his arms.
And so it begins, I think, mirroring the excitement written across her face.
“Well, super big secrets are always fun.”
“It’s for you and I won’t even tell you until Valentine’s Day!”
“I will look forward to Valentine’s Day then, sweet girl. It sounds like it will be terrific.”
“It will be the best ever, Mommy. The best ever!”
With that, they head off on their weekly quiet time adventure. With that, my husband steals his special time with our not-so-baby girl…