So my sweet Shelby calls me in the living room tonight and tells me she wants me to hear a song.
She crosses the room, pulls out a couple tissues from the tissue box, comes back to the couch and hands me one and keeps one for herself.
Me: What are you doing?
Belle: You're gonna need it.
Me: Why?
Belle: Because the song is sad.
Me: Then why are we listening to it?
Belle: Because it reminds me of you and how I never want to be without you.
Me: Okay...let's do this.
We listen to the song and she starts crying. And I'm not just talking a little sniffling. I'm talking an ugly cry. Which makes me cry. And as I read the lyrics, it tears at my heart.
"Your my momma. You'll always be my momma. No one else. Sometimes I want to be a teenager and other times, like now, I just want to sit in your lap because I know I'm safe with you."
Ugh...that took a couple years off me right there.
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