I was witness yesterday to some sweet, precious, seven-year old anticipation.
Yesterday morning the girls got up and came downstairs. I hadn’t asked them for “belly sugar” in a while, so I decided to give my luck a go. We play a little game where they tell me what kind of kiss I can give them…ranging from little to big, and from super sweet to silly. A “little-sweet” kiss is just a peck. And a “big-silly” is a huge raspberry.
No matter the type of kiss they allow, I always make a big deal of preparing myself. And seeing the light in their eyes…not knowing how much something will tickle…is golden. I ALWAYS make good on my commitment to honor their allowance for little/big, sweet/silly, but they can hardly stand the anticipation.
My kisses are met with a range of hugs to squeals, and it’s one more piece of “baby” I can hold onto for now amid all the “grown-up”.
And then, yesterday at lunch, Hubby met me with the girls at the hair salon. I got a trim, as did Baby A. When it was B’s turn, I asked if she wanted to get more than a trim, to cut her hair just below her shoulders. She’s been growing out her bangs since last summer, and we’re almost there!
B answered with gusto right away, “Sure!” I showed her how long her hair would be, confirming we’d still be able to do a ponytail. She was game! She sat in my lap, facing me. I got to see her face, full of anticipation, no doubt proud of what she’d agreed to.
And at least as sweet was watching Baby A’s face taking it all in. She was rapt with anticipation, too, her eyes just dancing as she watched Sissy’s hair fall to the floor. “Do you like it, [A]?” I asked her. “YES! It looks AWESOME!!!”
Sweet anticipation…and sweet sissies…I couldn’t ask for anything sweeter.