sometimes my girls are too darn ardorable
Cecilia and I made dough for bread this morning (the first time, I might add, I've ever made bread from scratch). Anyone who's ever seen me cook knows that it's a much more chaotic process than what you'd see on the Food Network...I crash about the kitchen, grabbling implements and ingredients as I need them. As you might imagine, adding a three-year-old to the mix makes it even more chaotic, and right now the kitchen's a mess, with flour everywhere. But she had fun mixing the ingredients and kneading the dough. As we began, I hunted through the stacks of CDs in the kitchen muttering about finding good bread-making music (settling on The Gin Blossoms' New Miserable Experience). When we put the dough into the bowl to rise, Cecilia said she wanted some rising music. If you guessed that I put on this song, score yourself ten points. We're washing out hands at the sink; she's standing on a kitchen stool, and she asks me to dance with her. When the song gets to the slow break in the middle, she tells me that the song talks about tears. Then as the E Street Band starts building the tempo, she said "The music is getting faster and faster!," bouncing up and down in my arms in time with the quickening pace (she has good rhythm!). As if I'm not charmed enough (I'm holding back tears of love and pride at this point), she starts singing along with the "Li li li" chorus at the end of the song. When the song stops, she says, "Daddy, I have to tell you something...you're my best friend," which is how she tells her mother and myself that she loves us.
I held her tight. That moment was worth all the mess and more.