Cooper looked up at me with big hazel eyes and said, “I want a snack at your house.” “What was that?” I said.
“I want to go to your house,” he said.
This sweet little guy, who lives a few blocks away, that I pick up from preschool on Wednesdays along with Eliza and Logan, the daughter of a dear friend, caught me off guard today. I knelt down, ran a hand through his blond curls.
“I’ve got popcorn and hot chocolate,” I say. “Let’s go?”
He nods yes and heads toward the door.
If you had told me 20 years ago that I would have a house full of kids, mine and those who belong to other people, I wouldn’t have believed you. Read More »