The Sweetest Thing

Something Rosie said to me a few weeks ago has been resonating in my head ever since.

I slipped on my boots and I told her I was going to just hang a few things up on the clothesline while she and Buddy stayed inside. (The grass was wet with dew and I knew it would take me longer to get them ready to go out than it would to actually complete the task at hand).

She just looked at me, and in her matter-of-fact, let-me-explain voice, said:

"Mom, where you go is where we want to go."

Buddy, hovering nearby, shook his head up and down in agreement.

I smiled and pulled them both in for a bear hug. "Okay," I said, and we got on their boots and coats.

Little did they know, 12 years ago, their father sang a song to me softly, and it became "our song". Little did they know, some of the lines go like this:

"... I am no hero, oh that’s for sure
But I do know one thing
Where you are, is where I belong
I do know, where you go, is where I want to be..." ~ Dave Matthews Band, "Where Are You Going?"

To hear Rosie paraphrase "our song"?

It was the sweetest thing.