A few days ago, John and I were out for an evening walk to Wilson Farms.  On our way down the street, we ran into our neighbor and her adorable 2, maybe 3, year old daughter named Summer.  We hadn’t seen them for a little bit because she and her husband travel a lot for work.  When I knew they were home for a bit I had brought them some farmer’s market leftovers to welcome them back.

While we we’re catching up talking about the pool, the poison ivy, her travel, Summer grabbed my attention.  She wanted to give me a little flower she picked from the weeds in the lawn.  Then she picked another and gave it to John.  She told us to be careful not to drop them.  We were careful while we we’re standing with her.  Then as we walked towards their house, Summer said she wanted to tell me a secret.  I knelt down and she whispered into my ear, “I love you.”  What can a girl say but, “I love you too.”

After a few more minutes of chatting we waved goodbye and went on our way down the street for our walk.  Once we turned away, Summer, said, “I love you.”  Her mom smiled and I said, “I love you too Summer.”

Then with each few steps, she called out again, “I love you.”  Then again, and again, and agian, “I love you, I love you, I love you!”  John and I could not stop giggling over what just happened.

I suspect that she loved my cookies and wanted to make sure she was on my good side for the next set of leftovers from the next farmer’s market down the road.  I’ll take it either way.