Today I had the pleasure of being able to pick Olivia up from school a little early.
Without her brother and sister in tow, it was even more of a pleasure, for us both.
Can I tell you that she still leaps into my arms, when she runs out of her classroom?
Can I tell you that she whispers to me, that she missed me today?
And that I am SO proud of her, today and every day.
So we went for some girl time, just me and my little Olivia.
Who, at six, is just about the coolest chick I know. The coolest chick I ever want to know.
Whose idea of heaven was to go to the deli and pick out her favourite cheeses and meats and olives.
Who tells me, with a perfect accent "A tavola nessuno diventa vecchio".
Who then skips for a hot chocolate and unknowingly flirts for extra marshmallows.
Her hair is like a bronze halo. She is divine.
I cannot believe, some days, that she is mine. When I cuddle up to her at bedtime in her bed, and we sing Nora Jones songs together, I shed happy tears.
Olivia. I love you so much, my sweet girl.