Mae’s sweetness is keeping me going.
When she puts her little arm around me while laying on the floor, coloring and says “ok, mommy?”
Yes, I am sweets. Or, I will be soon. No matter that I was writing out the names of all my babies on the coloring book at that exact moment. She knew. Yes, she did.
When we are cuddled up on the chaise lounge watching “evie” (TV in our house) and when I scooch her up higher so she can see better…..And she says, “no, mommy, cuddle” and she scooches right back down and lays her head on my chest.
Every morning without fail she wakes up at 5:30…..she just wants to get in bed with me to cuddle. After a quick swig of milk she is fast asleep.
All the while, tugging on my ear for comfort. There is no way I can sleep but it doesn’t matter.
When Mae climbs up in her booster seat for dinner and says….“for this day…amen……god bless me”.
I wish I could say that it is due to our prayer diligence at the table but I will have to concede that it is probably the influence from daycare….
Another day with Mae is another day to heal.