Mark and I have been enjoying Zoe’s literacy skills lately. She is constantly doing her “kindergarten writing” and has even begun leaving us notes as a way of communication. We find them to be such delightful and extraordinary gifts. Somehow, of all the things she has learned in her almost 6 years, this seems extra cool. Here are a few that we’ve gotten in the last week:
“Mommy, don’t tell Pop that I will be doing art this morning. Thank you”
“Would you wake up when I tell you to tomorrow morning please.” (Heh, heh, Mark and I do like to sleep in…)
Then this one came my way, slipped under the door just now. Right when I needed it. My sweet blonde girl, after hearing me talk for the last 24 hours all about my health is…
Somehow, that’s all that really matters to me.