Last night I was getting the May Queen ready for bed. I was in her bathroom, washing my hands, and she had just picked her two bedtime stories and was sitting on her bed, waiting for me to read them.
"I think I'll grow a girl first."
"Hmmm?" I asked.
"In my tummy. When I'm a grownup. I think I'll grow a girl first."
I crawled onto the bed behind her and pulled her into my lap.
"Then you will be the mommy of a little girl, just like I'm the mommy of you, my little girl."
"But you will still be MY mommy."
"I'll always be your mommy. And if you have a little girl, I'll be her grandma."
I gave her a squeeze, feeling both happy about the present and excited about the future, but wanting it all to slow down.
"So... what book are we reading?"