My littlest little. My namesake. I get to spend Wednesday mornings with her. I love this time beyond measure. Because so much goes on unsaid. And when I speak, I am required only to share the simplest of words with her, words that encourage her language along. I like that, a lot. I'm not a big talker. I despise small talk, and in fact, I think sometimes I may seem like a snob when in truth I am stuck in cement when the small talk flies. It's just not my strength.
So on Wednesday mornings there's a lot of activity, a lot of love in the language of two hearts. A Busha and her little girl.