For the past 2.5 years she’s been with us on this planet, I’ve always done this thing with Amelia when we say goodbye. We hug and kiss, of course, like all grandmas tend to do, and then I’ll whisper in her ear, “You’re my special girl.” I’m not sure why I whisper, or why those specific parting words have come to be so habitual; they just are. Sort of like her name for me, Mugga. Lord knows why that name came to stick, even as much as I fought it. It’s just there.
Today when I hugged Amelia goodbye and whispered, “You’re my special girl,” in her perfect little ear, she leaned into my ear and whispered, “You’re my special girl, too, Mugga.”
There are moments on this Earth that are so perfect you feel your insides might burst with joy. Amelia gives me so many of these moments, I can’t even keep track. When she whispered that, I wanted to rejoice, “I’M AMELIA’S SPECIAL GIRL!!!!” I pretty much skipped and twirled through the rest of my day. It’s pretty amazing when you think about it. She has no clue that she holds my heart in her hands.
May you all find a moment of joy today!