My daughter’s favorite game is to put on my high heeled shoes (which are only collecting dust anyway) and clump around the house, calling herself Cinderella. Sometimes she’s Ariel,but for the most part she’s Cinderella. This afternoon I had to interrupt this game to get the children into the van to pick up Jonathan from preaching class. As we pulled out of our neighborhood, this song began to play:
Halfway through the song, my mackerdoodle asked, “Mama? Are you crying?”
I couldn’t answer her. I couldn’t even speak.