My little girl

When you have sons, you love them with a fierce devotion that can't really be described. You work and play hard. Every breath is filled with an exhiliration and I find myself chasing as much as being followed. With daughters it is different--there is much following by them, at least there is by my little Arabella--that you trip over them many times a day. So many little things--she watches so closely the things that I do. She copies little nuances that my boys never even notice. How I brush the hair off my face, what to do with a scrunchie, how to empty the dustpan, how to fold a shirt.

Today one of those funny little things happenened that reminds again how she will someday be "the mom" and the one in charge of the universe. I was on the toilet, and once again, the toilet roll was empty. Not only that, the drawer where the "spares" are kept was empty as well. Now in the past I have hollered for my eldest son to save me. He does--he brings me the whole package out of the pantry, leaving the pantry door open and throwing the entire twelve pack into the bathroom and bolting from the room. Today, Arabella heard the distress call. She came, "I'll get it, Momma." She reached in the pantry, pulled out two rolls (all she could carry in her little hands.) She handed me one gently and then opened the drawer and put the other one away. Then she went back to the closet and was frustrated because she couldn't get any more to finishing filling the drawer because the next package wasn't open. Okay, not even my husband fills the toilet paper drawer! I couldn't help but smile. My little girl...