I was guiding her little sister, hand in hand, away from the lake she was chasing after. Big sister had already found a bag full of eggs, cheering with glee when each piece of candy was discovered. I’m assuming she handed daddy a piece of bubblegum, you know the kind; bright pink and hard to chew at first. My mama mind filled with fear as I saw my dear husband hand her half of a piece. “Chew it well, don’t swallow,” He said, “keep chewing and it will soften, like mine.” She was intrigued and delighted, intently concentrating with each chew.
It’s silly, seemingly small moments like these that I want to remember.
