Abby scooped them up and carried them through the duration of the stroll. I didn't think a lot of it at first, until she jokingly uttered the words that she'd so often twittered as a toddler: pick pick! Pick pick!
It was kind of her thing when she was really small: she'd toddle along, come to a stop in front of every single flower she saw, point a chubby finger in its direction, and then turn to us with an inquisitive expression on her face as she chirped pick pick?
We've told her that story many times and I know it's one of her favorites. But somehow, seeing her clutching that bunch of flowers and hearing her say those words again... it kind of took me back for a few bittersweet seconds. You see, this time, I didn't cluck no, no pick in response. This time, she got them for herself. Because she's growing up and doing more and more things for herself. And that's a blessing.
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