With all the insanity of nursing, rocking, changing diapers and trying to remember to eat something myself, my Lola time seriously diminished in the first couple of weeks after James was born.
I missed her.
So in a rare moment where James was both fed and equipped with a clean diaper, I loaded my pajama-clad girl into the car and headed down to the gas station to buy her an Icee.
It was a mother-daughter date that lasted about 20 minutes, but it was lovely (despite the looks I got for allowing my girl to walk around the gas station without proper shoes).
And now every time I ask Lola if she wants to go to the store with me, she replies, "special dwink?"
Yes Lola, you can have a special dwink.
I only hope that every time my daughter drinks a cherry Icee, she'll think of me.
And then promptly go brush her teeth.