In a sweet melodic voice she tells me, "I love cooking with you, Mama."
I returned the sentiment and squeezed her tight.
I looked at her and smiled, "How did you get to be so beautiful?"
She paused for a minute, "Oh, I'll always be your garden girl, Mama"
This small exchange won't make since or mean much to many, but to me...
it means the WORLD!
I was someone's garden girl, too.
And it stuck.
the Princess Patch - April 2013
I hope it does the same for this sweet child of mine.