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Leah and Boys and Crazy Love

Leah has barely gotten going in Kindergarten and she only turned 5 a couple of days ago. My baby girl is just getting started in life, but she’s already found love.

Her first day of school she came home and told me all about a boy in her class who didn’t speak English and had plugs in his ears. I inquired if the “plugs” were skin colored (hearing aids?) and that seemed to be the case.

As the days went on I heard more and more stories about this little boy, who Leah referred to as “That ENGLISH Guy,” because she couldn’t remember his name (it’s Yaziel) or the name of the language he spoke (it’s Spanish).

Leah told me she frequently bounded over to Yaziel, threw her hands up in the air and exclaimed, “I LIKE you!” Another day, she informed me that Yaziel always had a little smile on his face because, “he is happy being by me and I am happy being by him.”

When the Kindergarten class went on a field trip to the nature center, they visited the “hugging sycamore,” where you have to hug someone. I asked who she had hugged and she replied, “One of the girls. I can’t remember her name. And Yaziel!”

Yesterday on the way home from school, Leah told me about a game they played where she got to be partners with Yaziel. She babbled on:

“I love Yaziel! The first day I saw him, I loved him! I loved his name and I loved who he was. He’s so handsome. I wish I was a Spanish person. I wish I spoke his language. I know some words he says, like ‘Hola’ and ‘Ocho.'”

And I know I should be freaked out or something, because she’s only 5 and she’s already crushing on boys. But I can’t.

Because I’m so undone by her big heart of love that sees people for who they are. Leah doesn’t look at language barriers or physical difficulties or differences of any kind. She sees a person and simply loves. She loves lavishly and freely.

I wish I could be more like her.

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Leah and Love at a Birthday Party

Isaiah had a birthday party the other day. One of his friends was new to our house.  He was a sweet little boy and he instantly fell in love with Chester. Apparently he wasn’t the only one falling in love.

I noticed Leah trailing around after him most of the afternoon. Not that I can blame her. He had gorgeous olive skin, huge brown eyes and he was a first grader (you know… older man thing).

When it came time for cake and ice cream, the little boy passed on it, preferring to go play upstairs. It wasn’t long before Leah brought us her plate of half eaten ice cream and said, “I don’t want this anymore,” and ran upstairs to play as well.

The next morning, Leah and I were riding in the car and Leah was chattering away as usual. This is the story she told me:

You know that boy that liked Chester at ‘Saiah’s party? He was soooo cute.

When we were upstairs together by ourselves, we talked about how Chester was being kind because some dogs can bite, but not Chester, because he’s really nice.That’s what we talked about.

That’s why I didn’t want to finish my ice cream. I wanted to go upstairs by him.

Wow. She’d rather spend time with the boy than eat sweets. This might be true love!

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