|Day 19 of 31 at TWT!|
"You!" she squeals.
"Yeah, and what's this?" I point to the middle of the picture.
"A butterfly!" she giggles.
"That's right! See how my belly was big? This is when you lived in my belly! We went to a butterfly house, and a butterfly decided it wanted to meet you, so it landed right on my belly!"
"It wanted to kiss me!" She shrieks, brilliant blue eyes lighting up as she brings both fists up near her cheeks.
"Aw, that's right! It wanted to kiss and snuggle you!" That was the moment I was sure you were going to be something truly special.
"Can I send it 'mojis?"
"What?" I'm not sure if I heard her right.
"Can I send it 'mojis?"
"Oh, umm, no... you can't send emojis to the butterfly." Sparks fly above her head as Husband and I twinkle our eyes at each other, trying to contain our laughter.
"Why I can't type 'mojis to it?"
"Well, it's just a picture..." I sputter, "... and butterflies don't have phones!" And it's probably dead, since this was 3 years ago and I butterflies probably don't live that long! I can't hold back the giggling anymore, so I just let myself laugh and rub her sweet little back. "If you could text the butterfly, what would you say?"
"I love it." Her already-sweet voice takes on the serenely sugary tone she reserves for moments like this.
"Awww, that's so nice!" I lean forward, gaze into those cerulean eyes, and rub my nose against hers. "You're very cute."
"Can I say that?" she leans toward my phone.
"What? Um, sure! You want to say that to the butterfly? Ok..." My eyes dance across at Husband's again as I hold the phone closer to her.
"I don't see the microphone." She switches to her imperial commanding tone and points at the corner of the screen, where the dictation microphone appears if you are texting someone. (She loves sending voice messages to Daddy and Meemaw.) It isn't there, of course, because we are not. actually. texting. the butterfly. from 3 years ago.
"Oh, Sweetie, remember, we can't text the butterfly! It's just a picture!" She's the sweetest thing in the world. How can we pretend to do this? "I know! What if Daddy gets out his phone and takes a video of you telling the butterfly that you love it?" Bonus: we'll have captured this adorableness forever.
"Ok!" She flashes her toothy grin.
I hold my phone with the picture close to her while Husband records the moment with his phone. "What do you want to say to the butterfly?"
"I love him!" She squeezes her little fists so hard her arms shake. "I love you, Butterfly!"