I got to meet the little one first. Zane came to my work to take me to lunch and he had his littlest with him. She was 3 at the time, about to turn 4. What a cutie! However, I just kept thinking, "My youngest is almost 11!! I am past this little kid stage. Could I go back? Do I WANT to go back?" It was something to think about and consider as Zane and I continued to get to know each other.
We went to the Chic-Fil-A in the mall so that she would get her chicken nuggets. She was super cute and even reached over to hold my hand while we walked to our table. We sat and visited and when Zane asked her a usual question, he got an unusual answer. He asked, "Who's my princess?" Expecting the usual answer of "I am!", he instead got a finger pointed at ME. I was feeling like Zane's princess but what an intuitive moment by a toddler to figure it out.
She hooked me. I really liked her. I knew there were still more kids to meet and hurdles to jump but my fear of little kids was dissipating. We could do this!
