I had the opportunity to spend some quality time one-on-one with Quincy the other day. I recognized the telephone number of the school on my cell phone and when I answered the school nurse was on the other end of the line. Apparently Quincy had been to her office twice since being dropped off at school complaining of a tummy ache and she was running a low-grade fever. So I headed right to the school to scoop her up and get her home for some mommy TLC. She felt better after she puked but she continued to run a low temp and was pretty subdued all afternoon…..which gave me plenty of time to get some snuggles in and time to notice a sign.
I’m talking about a sign that she is indeed my child. I mean, I know I birthed her and all. Believe me, I know. But all four of the girls are so much like their fathers (Emily like James; Madison, Cameron and Quincy like Greg) that I find myself searching for little bits of me. And while I was cuddling and spending time with Quincy the other day I found another sign. In addition to the freckles and reddish hair which are obvious, it’s a personality trait that she definitely gets from me and here it is.
When she sings a song in the car, she sings with such expression that you’d think she was on stage singing in front of a crowded audience at the Sprint Center.
That, folks, is most definitely me. The end.