When Ebviony jumped off the bed and raced to the door doing a very elegant twirl for her age, Celeste knew that she had chosen correctly, and perhaps, read the situation correctly - or at least she hoped she had.
"Of course you can pick the flowers," Celeste said as she followed closely behind Ebviony as they scampered down the stairs energetically and hurried through the house to the backyard.
"And you know why?" she asked with a serious, but kind look, "Because I know you'll always pick the best and prettiest flowers for the wreath," she said with a smile, deciding to try to make Ebvion feel important and that Celeste valued her and her opinion - which she did, and loved her too, but sometimes, getting that across could be hard. Especially when it was a child, and one who might not understand things as easily as an adult might.
"I am going to grab a basket You can run ahead if you like, I'll just be a minute," Celeste said to them as she grabbed a wicker basket she kept on a shelf in the kitchen, and followed Ebvion outside into the backyard.
"Of course you can pick the flowers," Celeste said as she followed closely behind Ebviony as they scampered down the stairs energetically and hurried through the house to the backyard.
"And you know why?" she asked with a serious, but kind look, "Because I know you'll always pick the best and prettiest flowers for the wreath," she said with a smile, deciding to try to make Ebvion feel important and that Celeste valued her and her opinion - which she did, and loved her too, but sometimes, getting that across could be hard. Especially when it was a child, and one who might not understand things as easily as an adult might.
"I am going to grab a basket You can run ahead if you like, I'll just be a minute," Celeste said to them as she grabbed a wicker basket she kept on a shelf in the kitchen, and followed Ebvion outside into the backyard.