So in love

3-year-old C, noticing that my cut flowers in a vase were starting to wilt:

C: Mommy, God made flowers, and flowers die.

Me: Yes, honey, they do. Everything that is alive has to die at some point. (Note: this has been a regular part of conversations ever since our German Shepherd passed away in November. I'm not just throwing the concept of death at my daughter randomly)

C: Jesus died, Mommy. He died for our sins. He died on a cross.

Me: You're right! That's what He did.

C: Jesus was a lovely boy.

Agh-- I love this girl so much that it overwhelms me sometimes.