I Am The Luckiest
Dear Mackenzie, A few weeks ago, you were dressing yourself and taking longer than normal. I asked you to please hurry. You were distracted. I asked you again. You were still distracted by something else. Finally, I said to you, "C'mon Mackenzie, you're six!" You paused. You looked at me for a moment and said, "no, I'm not six." You said it matter of factly. I was taken back for a minute. I paused. Is this true? And of course it was true. I fast forwarded a few weeks early. You were still five. You reminded me that loving all of someone means removing expectations of being perfect. You helped me remember to slow down, to give you more respect than to treat you older than you were. And now, here we are, a few weeks later, and you ARE six. And I am left wondering why I was in such a hurry to begin with. One time, we were laying in bed, and you told me everything about heaven. I asked you how you knew what heaven was and how you knew so much abo