The kids knew where to find me, and I ended up playing countless games of Go Fish and Candyland with Harper. Now I don't know about you, but I hate Candyland. Especially when playing with the most competitive 5 year old I ever met (and yes, I do know where she got that trait thankyouverymuch).
In one game Harper pulled the peanut brittle, the napoleon ice cream, the lollipops, the candy hearts and the candy canes - all in the wrong order. One minute she was up, another she was down - and when she finally succumbed to my superior card pulling skills she demanded a rematch, which she thankfully won.
Go Fish was much more enjoyable. When I was a little girl I loved card games. When I was too young to play my aunts tell me I would just sit in my Dad's lap and watch for hours. Harper is much the same.
Later that night, back for more game time, Harper found a tape measure that once belonged to my dad.
She became fascinated by it, measuring all sorts of things in our bedroom - locking the tape open, counting the numbers on the tape.
Finally she said, "I bet your dad is thinking of me right now".
I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me, and could only reply, "I bet he is".
I bet he was thinking of both of you!
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