Ms. Magnolia June came to my house to play today while her mommy went on a field trip with Owen. We had a sweet time. Maggie is easy to take care of when it's just her. She plays endlessly with her dolls and the bears and the rabbits, is pretty much potty-trained, is funny and smart and loving.
She will not touch Maurice, aka Scratch, but loves to pat Jack.
She is telling me not to disturb the hen on the nest.
She loves the goats next door and is not in the least afraid of them.
She likes to feed the goats. And she also likes to feed her babies.
We walked to the post office and she pretended to be frightened every time a car came within earshot although she wasn't really. At the post office she wanted to know where HER mailbox was. She was sad when I told her she did not have one.
She can be a little bossy. When we're going outside and she's putting on her shoes (she insists on doing it herself) she will point that little finger at me and say, "You wait!" And of course I do.
When Lily and Owen came to pick her up she was happy to see them. Owen is such a good big brother. He has been since she was born.
After we went to the Post Office, we sat on the porch swing for awhile, swinging back and forth and I told her how when Owen was a baby I used to rock him to sleep on that porch.
She curled up beside me, leaning on me and I put my arm around her sweet, solid body and we rocked back and forth, watching the sky and the trees, the cars going by and we were quiet.
It was a precious moment.
I want to always remember that. I want her to always remember it too.
I hope she does.