She has brown hair and the most infectious smile. Her energy never ends. Baili. Her love language (I encourage you to read 5 Love Languages) is quality time. If she doesn’t get that quality time, her little heart breaks. She says, “I love you” when she gets played with. Her eyes light up, her heart is full. She likes to say, “Honey, honey, are you listening to me?” We went to the Cliffs of the Neuse again today.
I almost fell. She said, “I am careful Grace and you are not. I am careful but you are not careful.” I told her, “Shhhhhhhh lets listen to silence. Tell me what you hear.” “I hear the birds Grace. I hear the birds. What do you hear Grace?”
She looked at the ground, saw a spider and started screaming! She ran as fast she could and slipped over the next step and fell! She was fine but it could have been a terrible situation. “Baili,” I said softly. “Just because you are afraid of something doesn’t mean you don’t pay attention to where you are going.” I stood there for a minute after lost in the depth of that phrase.
“Just because you are afraid of something doesn’t mean you don’t pay attention to where you are going.”