I noticed her shocking pink swimsuit first. It had a tulle ruffle all around the middle.
Her face was angelic and eyes bright.
Her light brown hair was pulled back in high pigtails secured with white satin bows.
She inched her way into the pool, step by delicate step until she was used to the temperature.
The water was 2 1/2 feet deep but she was careful to stay only on the stairs.
She kicked and splashed with delight.
I watched her bat her eyes at my son, who I learned later is a full year older.
He was instantly and completely enamored by her. Much like his mom who couldn’t take her eyes off her plump cheeks and tiny arms.
For half and hour they blew bubbles, filled pirate ships and butterflies with water to squirt at one another, made funny faces and giggled.
Soon we were introduced to her older brother and the three of them played together and negotiated for five more minutes at least twice.
Finally bidding farewell, we promised to meet again the following week.
Later on our car ride home, Lucas’ skin waterlogged and eyes droopy with exhaustion, he asked me for a little sister.
My heart sank as I barely mustered, “Someday, buddy.”