...is love, sweet love.
This afternoon, Rebecca and I went over to the Shoppes at Chino Hills, because I needed to buy bras and she wanted to go back to Gymboree. Really, she did. I didn't even have to suggest it nine times or anything. It just happened to be during their Circle of Friends sale when everything is 30% off. Just as I had picked out the leggings that would complete an outfit, Rebecca decided to run toward me and not entirely watch where she was going. Somehow she fell and hit her face on the edge of a table. When I scooped her up, I saw blood and immediately felt panicked. I ran outside with Rebecca to sit down and survey the damage. Fortunately, the blood was only because she had chomped down on her cheek when she fell and had bit a chunk of flesh. Her wails turned to heaving sobs and she sputtered out pitifully, "Mama, I need a snuggle!" Convinced that no trip to the ER was in order, we sat there for a few minutes and snuggled and then my sweet little girl looked up at me, reached up to pat my face, and said, "I nov [love] you, Mama." My heart melted into a puddle right there.
Post-Script...Rebecca decided that this was a good opportunity to request a treat. She said, "I need ice cweam." We just happened to be in front of Hagen-Dazs, so I figured that was as much of a sign as we could get. Some cookies and cream seemed to make all better, and Rebecca fell asleep in the car on the way home.
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