Tree Fall Down

I looked at J the other day and saw her in a new light.

She seemed taller and less like a toddler, less babyish.

Even the way she talks has changed.

She can find the right words to describe an object or a situation.

She demonstrates empathy for people and things and remembers conversations we've had.

There is this clump of trees in the grounds of Heathdale Christian College that we pass on our way to the car park.

One time, J pointed at a particular tree and said "Tree fall down."

It was a tree that was bent really low with its branches almost touching the ground.

On impulse, I said the tree was crying and needed a hug.

Since then, every time we pass that tree, J stops to point and say the tree has fallen down, the tree is crying and the tree needs a hug.

Amazing.