How can it be?
You, my sweet girl, are 21 months old.
We took you to see Santa tonight, you didn't have much to say to him.
I want to journal a sweet moment that happened today in the cake aisle at the grocery.
Mommy: "Olivia, do you want to make a birthday cake for baby Jesus?"
Olivia: "Jesus died."
Mommy: "Yes, baby, he did."
Dee Dee: "Yes, He died on the cross for us."
Olivia: "It's sad."
Mommy: "No sweetie! It's happy because now he's with God!"
Olivia: "With God." {Nodding her head and smiling.}
Moments like that tell me I'm doing something right.
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