Today, a 3 year old boy brought a 3 year old girl to me, led by the hand, and angrily said “some boy in a blue shirt hit her on the nose”. She wasn’t crying, but said “yeah, and him moved my glasses”
There were like five kids in blue, we told them we’d keep an eye out.
Not 10 minutes later, this same 3 year old now is angrily marching a 7 year old boy in blue who was twice his size to us, led by the hand. The girl in question is nowhere to be found, but he goes “this was him, he’s the one who hit her.”
idk it just warmed my heart so much that no one asked him to show us who it was that hit, she didn’t ask him to bring her to us in the first place, but he saw that someone wronged her and took it upon himself to help bring justice, in the capacity that he understands as a 3 year old. I hope he never loses this trait.
Writers in general tend to be a depressed lot, and when I am like I have been of late, I get this and it just makes me feel really good, so I screen cap it and it sits on my desktop. All of the beautiful posts from @andantezen and @simsmono (singled out because the last couple days) and everyone else give me so much of all the feels, I sit and read them over and over again they mean so much to me always, but right now even more so… that anyone takes the time to write something, anything, I am so grateful. All words all the little hearts everything is appreciated and nothing is ever taken for granted. I’m so thankful I have so many people who are dedicated to keeping up with my story. I love you guys.
PS you get written sexy time Thursday AND Friday. 😉