the phone call

i sit in the corner, aftee coming from work. i had a terriblevday. the kids are little monsters and i've got some news...

my baby playing running around. she goes a mile a minute, and you get sweaty. AND SHE’S only seventeen months old!!!

anyway, it was not neglect that drove me to sit.

no. it was a terrible phone call.

i don’t want to bore you with details. let’s just say, a good friend is dying and it is not much that can be done.

so i sit there, talking with a friend, trying between us to sort out what we can do and how bad things are getting for him.

all of a sudden, my little cheesecake monkey-princess walks over, takes my right hand and puts it on her cheek, and gives me the cutest smile in the history if the universe.

she’s never done that before. but she saw me talking, and she anticipated that i was worried and upset, and she came over to cheer me up!!

can you believe that?! this little girl i have gave me the “It’s going to be ok” look!

so i can say how blessed i am...