P has been out of town for the last few nights and so Caroline and I have had a lot of quality girl time.
Last night she begged me to build a fire in the fireplace and I agreed to attempt it even though my fire-building abilities are hit or miss. It took me a long time, and half a bottle of lighter fluid, but finally I managed to build a roaring fire while she cheered me on as if this fire was going to be our sole means of survival.
As we sat side by side and admired our fire she put her little hand on my knee and said, “Mama, when you get older you’ll remember special times like this.”
She is the light of my life.
And also, for the past three nights, the stealer of my covers.