Before catching a flight to DC the other day, I spent some good time with Ava. We went to Target to buy her a new swimsuit because she is growing like a weed. We hit up our park in old town League City and played until the lovebugs and wasps scared her too much to stay. Over Hawaiian shaved ice, we talked about all kinds of things.
“Do you have good talks like this with daddy?”
“No, momma. Me and daddy do other fun stuff.”
“Oh, that’s cool.”
“Yeah, that’s the good thing about having a momma. You always have someone to talk to.”
That’s pretty much the nicest thing I’ve heard all week.