Making Mama proud

Yesterday was June 19, 2008. It's the day you sang me some PJ Harvey.

Let me just say that it was in no way prompted or forced or even requested. We were just listening to PJ on our way back from the farmer's market. The sun was setting, you were eating a bag of blueberries and the AC was on full blast.

And then, out of nowhere, I heard it: "Come, come," which is FROM THE SONG! Then you did it again in the house. And before bed. And I am kidding you not, I got actual tears.

I know, perhaps I should be making a big deal about how yesterday you also graduated from the baby classroom. And after the summer ends, you will be in actual preschool. But no.