Things have been a little rough lately. I was cranky with Claire last night. We ended up in my bed, side by side, reading. I rolled over and lay with my back to her for a while. Then I felt her little hand in mine.
I looked over my shoulder. She squeezed my hand and gave me a radiant smile.
"I love you Mama," she whispered.
"Thank you."
"Can we be friends forever?"
"Sure."
"And can you not die?"
Looong pause. All I could think of to say was:
"Not for years and years and years..."
Posted by rachel at May 15, 2007 04:58 PM