Thursday, March 12, 2009
They Talked and Talked and Talked . . . .
Isn't this just the most darling little girl you've ever seen? Some friends of ours were moving out of the ward and I volunteered to watch their little girl while they packed and shuffled. She walked right into a prized position in Soren's heart. These two chatted and chatted about bricks falling on your feet with spiders on them . . . and crocodiles . . . and poisonous snakes. Then, without blinking an eye, they were suddenly discussing flying houses that floated with the help of balloons. And the imagination-fest went on and on and on. It was hilarious. And, of course, I couldn't help but snap a few pictures of this sweet mug. Dan has mentioned before that he wouldn't mind if Soren grew up to marry C. I agree wholeheartedly, though I'd like to spend just a little more time denying thoughts of Soren's future wife and marriage. Where's my baby?!