Social Selah

Selah giggled as she ran down the hall. It was clear she had a marvelous time in her class while Momma attended Bible study. Several of her classmates danced alongside. My little girl has friends.

We stopped at the nursery to pick up Judah and headed to the church lobby and front doors.

"Time to go," I said.

"No, Momma," she whined. "Not yet."

She scampered ahead watching her buddies playing in the lobby. "Talk to someone," she begged.

Selah skittered past one of my friends and pointed. "Her!" she said. "Why don't you just talk to her?" And she rounded the corner tagging after two little girls dressed in pink.