I'm not sure what secrets they were sharing.
I imagine that they were whispering about princesses and flowers and birds.
I have no doubt that they shared a close to perfect moment together - and I was jealous.
I didn't want to be doing the dishes, folding the laundry, wiping the counters, tiding the family room.
I wanted to be sitting, quietly in a colorful tutu, sharing in their secretes.
I wanted to be plotting, scheming, laughing.
But by witnessing their moment I was reminded that quietness is magical.
Dandelions are quite beautiful.
And a little girl's kitty cat is truly her best friend.
