Wednesday, November 16, 2011

boys are in their (near?) furture

Here comes the bubble wrap bride singing the wedding march  (how did she know it?).

Abby was telling me about a boy in her class as we were driving to school.  He apparently lets her play cars with him.  With a grin and excitement in her voice she says, "Lincoln is about to be my boyfriend" then she bursts out into this goofy giggle.  "He told me I was pretty".  More giggles.

I love it when Esther gives me a genuine smile.
She shines.

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