I don’t know if it is just because we are getting closer and closer to Emmy Ruth’s third birthday, and I just can’t believe she is already three, or if it coming off of January, which is always an emotional month for me, or what, but I am just so nostalgic and sentimental right now. Last night, we were reading a Strawberry Shortcake book and Emmy wanted to go pick strawberries and I told her we would do just that in the spring. When she woke up this morning, she asked “is it spring? I really want to pick some strawberries”. Daddy always grew strawberries in his garden and the first strawberry each year was mine. Even when I went to college, he picked the first one and put it to the side to save for me to have. It turned into its own little silly ceremony.
Emmy is going to sleep in her bed but lately has started waking up and climbing into bed with us. in the past, she would wake up and I would hear her in the monitor and go get her. One night, we woke up to her in between us in our bed and neither of us had gone to get her. But, for the past few nights, I hear her wake up on the monitor and then patter down the hallway and into our room. She comes to my side of the bed and asks to get in bed with us. I think my earliest childhood memory is going into Momma and Daddy’s room and saying “Momma, Momma, can I sleep with you?” I always got sent back to my own bed, usually with threats on my life if I were to return, but it tickles me to no end to think of Emmy doing the exact same thing as I did at her age, so of course I scoot over and let her pile into bed with us.
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