"It so yummy mommy!!!"
She had just turned three years old. She chose blueberry picking to celebrate. It was a beautiful August day, slightly cloudy, with just enough cover from the glaring summer sun. She chattered and giggled while winding through the rows of engorged bushes. Her tiny fingers flitting from blueberry to blueberry. Half of the harvest found it's way into her bucket while the other half found their way into her tummy. He purple stained teeth gleamed every time she grinned at me.I couldn't believe she was three. It happened so quickly. I had been warned it would but this, this happened in warp speed. It feels like it was just recently that she depended on my for her sole source of nutrition. And now, today, she was feeding me her freshly picked berries.
"Here, mommy! They dee-licious!"
She popped another ripe berry into my mouth and went back to hunting down the bluest of the blueberries. I fought back tears. So bittersweet, watching her grow. Her baby years are over, her childhood ahead of us. She is so amazing.
We decided we had gathered enough for the day and headed back to the car, picking "just one more" as we walked. I lifted my face to the sun, silently giving thanks for this day, for all the days I have been given. Feeling gratitude for these moments. The moments that quench my soul.
