“Mom, while you were talking on the phone Rhema ate a popsicle,” says Hope the tattler.
I turn to Rhema in mock shock and disbelief, “Rhema, did you sneak a popsicle???!!!”
Rhema has her usual stance – face covered, hiding behind her arm. Hope is giggling.
“I can’t believe this!” I say dramatically.
A toothy grin pops out beneath the arm.
(Oh, I love, love it when she smiles.)
“Rhema! Did… did you sneak a popsicle???” (Rhema “sneaks” a popsicle several times a day).
I wink at Hope, and she is belly-laughing now.
And then we’re totally surprised when Rhema lowers her arm, looks at us with a sparkle in her brown eyes and boldly says,
She quickly covers her face again, but we can still see the grin. And I’m already wondering if it really happened that she was so engaged with us, that she understood it all and responded correctly – that she even responded at all. But I’m too happy, too full, sitting there with my laughing, smiling beauties to do anything but whisper thank you for the moment. And I’m catching a glimpse of something in my sweet girl I’m not sure I’ve ever seen before – a sense of humor.
***Sarah won the book giveaway. Thanks Sarah! Chicken Soup for the Soul: Parenthood hits bookstores tomorrow (the 12th)!