Last night Little Girl was tired and asked me to carry her upstairs to her room at bed time.
Knowing these moments are becoming fewer and fewer, I happily picker her up with her blankie and carried her.
But man is she heavy, over 40 pounds now, here is the conversation I had with her:
Me: Wow Little Girl, you are heavy! You need to stop growing so Mommy can still carry you to bed.
Little Girl: no, I want to be big.
Me: you want to be big, why?
Little Girl: I want to be big like you so I can be a Mommy too.
Me: (my heart has melted) Honey, I think that is one of the nicest things you have ever said to me.
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