Today Emma was asking me about my grandfather who passed away about two years ago. She was curious to know how old she was when he died: "So was I like walking and talking? And I could carry around glasses?" It’s funny to me how children mark time and milestones–walk? check. talk? check. carry fragile glassware around the house? check. But I think at the heart of it, she’s just trying to remember if she remembers him.
When we were out running an errand today, Emma was sitting in the back of the car waxing eloquent about horses, horse care, who she knew that had horses….She sounded so grown up and so mature. We were having such an adult conversation about it all. Then, I looked back in the rearview mirror at her and her mouth had a crown of chocolate smears around it from the cookie she’d been snacking on. And I thought, "you’re still just a little girl."