After dropping off Zion and Jacoba to the bus stop this morning, Zekijah and I came back into the house.

I carried her in and put her in the room that has our piano.  She sat on the ground and grabbed some toys.  I sat behind the piano.

I started to play.  Zekijah said “play softer!”.  I played softer.  This seemed to satisfy her.  Then she seemed focused on her toys.

I started to improvise on a song called “I love Zekijah”.

She turned when she heard her name.  She said, “Heit, what are you doing?”

I said, “I am loving you”.

She said, “stop loving me”.

I said, “never”.

She seemed okay with that answer.