Quote for the Day

Isabelle, pajama clad with her soft cream-colored "wrapper" tied tightly around her middle, called up the stairs tonight.

"Mama, is Daddy comin' in soon?" she said in that squeaky, still-a-little-girl voice.

"I don't know sweetie..... he's out playing basketball with the boys," I replied, distracted with my own thoughts and the stacks of this year's academic papers flooding the homeschool room floor at my feet.
"Why?" I ask.

"Cuz, I want to ask him about lip gloss ..... as long as it isn't too sparkly," she says as I can hear her smiling shyly even though she's at the bottom of the stairs and I can't see her face.  "I want to begin to grow up, Mama."

Sigh.