The girls and I were recently listening to Pink's new song and Tink said something to me, just after the following lyrics:
Right from the start
You were a thief
You stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them
Tink: That was Daddy! He stole your heart, right?
Me: That's right, he honestly did.
Tink: Did you want him to steal your heart?
Me: Nope. But he snatched it up anyway and I couldn't get it back.
Tink: And did you steal Daddy's heart?
Me: Not exactly. He really just kept trying to give it to me, over and over again... Finally, I decided I had better keep it.
Tink (laughing, she loves this): Daddy stole your heart and he is never going to give it back!
Me: Never!? He will always keep my heart? I can never have it back?
Tink: Nope. Neber. It's Daddy's now...
Out of the mouths of babes...
This brief conversation, with our six year old, is surprisingly poetic and honest. I resisted falling in love with you (which was a crazy waste of time... right?) although I really only fooled myself. Thankfully, despite my best efforts, you immediately Stole my Heart.
And now it's yours... please take care of it.
Because I never want it back.