Yesterday was Albert’s birthday, and I have never seen Curie cry so hard as when she took out the birthday card that she made for him and saw that it was wet. Her water bottle had spilled in her backpack and blurred the card’s picture.
She was lying on the stairs, sobbing, inconsolable. Eventually she asked me to come closer, and she laid her head down on my lap.
“Mommy,” she said, “I worked so hard on that card.”
“I know, honey.”
“Now you can’t even read the words.”
“Did you write ‘happy birthday’?”
She shook her head, no.
“Did you write, ‘I love you?'”
She nodded yes.
So we got out brand new markers – that always seems to help – and made a brand new card. It took a long time, but it was well worth it. This girl really loves her Daddy…