Puddly Boots

I have a last-minute cuddly buddy in bed with me; messy red-headed, milk-guzzling, four days away from three-years-old, Evelyn. She had a belly ache from three toddler-sized bowls of tomato soup, but after milk and the offer to stay in my bed with me, she’s feeling better, and giggling and rubbing herself in the covers like a beached seal.

I just asked her what I should write about. She said, “Evelyn. Write Evelyn name. Hey Mommy, it’s not the big one. It’s yittle (little). My name is yittle. Cause it’s a v and two e’s. That’s my name.”

Perfectly said.

“A second one,” Evelyn is putting her arms around my neck for hug number two of the night. She’s onto scramble talking, a mashup of counting, reciting the alphabet, and singing.

I’m going to turn out the light so we can get some shut-eye.

But first! On my drive home, I saw the reflection of the sunset in a puddle and did a u-turn to capture for you. I hope you like it as much as I did.

Thanks for being here. Love, Jaclynn

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