Girl’s eyes.

I heard my son say one morning. He was playing on the floor with our clothes while I was on the bed with my back turned to him. (By playing, I meant that he dug all our clothes out of the cabinet).

Girl’s mouth. As if in gentle exploration. My interest was sufficiently piqued. But still, I was unwilling to move a muscle to check what’s going on.

Girl’s bottom. Awe obvious in his voice.  I sucked in my breath and and held it for so long…

I love you, Girl. *smack*  Instinctively, I turned my head -albeit too sharply (stiff neck, anyone?).

Tis a girl. Matt’s girl. He lovingly declared while gently patting her. I was so sure my eyes popped out of their sockets. 

I was a little surprised and truth be known, a little jealous to his Girl.

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