Shoes for the Tooth Fairy

Luke is full of wild and funny ideas.  He always has been very thoughtful to try to piece together our world.  He is a very inquisitive boy and never ceases to shock me with his creative imagination.  Today, we talked about St. Patrick's Day traditions.  They talked about it at school as well.  We went to the park to enjoy the near perfect weather (70 degrees and SUNNY), and I saw him staring at the ground.  I asked what he was doing.  Well, "looking for four-leaf clubs."  Of course!

ha ha  We do play cards, so in his sweet little mind, "clubs" seemed the appropriate word.  I did gently offer correction that it's a clover he's hunting for, not a club.

Then we got on the topic of leprechauns.  He asked if I've ever seen one.  He told me he plans to catch one someday.  He also said he hopes it rains, so we can drive to the end of the rainbow to find the pot of gold.  He, of course, was full of questions trying to gather information about this strange miniature being we fantasize about.  I told him some people don't believe they're real.  At that, he frankly declared, "Of course they're real!  They make shoes for tooth fairies."   ha ha   WHAT?!?!!  I love him so much!  I cherish our conversations!

Now to express my love for Lydia...

in the early early morning, she came into my room and woke me in desperation saying, "Mommy, I lost one of my socks in my bed."  She really seemed upset by this, so I didn't want to belittle it.  She ended up crawling into bed to snuggle with me.  It resulted in some major snoring my ear, but I didn't mind one teeny weeny bit.  I just laid there holding her as she snuggled into my embrace.  I realized my baby girl is not a baby in any way, shape, or form.  These past few years have gone so fast, and to think of her being FOUR this summer.  I suddenly feel unprepared emotionally to have her grow older.  I took the hour or so before the sun came up to just burn this memory into my brain.  I'm sure I may find comfort in referring to it when she's slamming the door in my face as a teenager and screaming that she hates me.