The other day, at the end of our snack-time of popcorn, which I popped in coconut oil and sprinkled Celtic sea salt and nutritional yeast on top, I hear Fae say “oh no kitty, meow” as one piece of popcorn of the four on her spoon fell to the ground. She picked it up and put it back on the spoon with the others–not to eat, but to continue pretending. She was imagining that the four pieces of popcorn were kittens.
I want to always remember this and all the other moments like it–this sweet, saturated imagination that’s engrained so deep in my little girl. I want to grasp these moments with both hands and never let them slip through the cracks between my fingers. But the reality is, most of them will slip through. And that’s just so bittersweet.
Children are such blessings, and the greatest gift of life–it’s true. I hope that I can keep these moments, keep my daughter forever, and always remember. I’m certain that I’ll try.
Fae has blocks scattered across the floor and is saying “hi” to the kitty.