Believing: Day 3
Nov 29th, 2009 |
In one day.
“Mommy,” her voice lilts from the middle of the van, “I wish plastic never got broken.” A pause, then, “And I wish all the soft things never got torn.” Another pause, then quietly she says, “And I wish nothing would ever make me cry.”
One day, sweet baby girl. One day.
judieyoung@hotmail.com said:
Dearest Angie,
I love this. Kiss my sweet little girl for me. And your fear of planes will never be realized by me, I share in that smothered feeling.
Love and blessings,
Judie
Natalie said:
This is a “bless her heart” moment if I’ve ever heard one. What a day that will be.
Love to the family.
Heather of the EO said:
One day!
I love how our kids help us to long for that even more…because we so badly want all of their I wishes to be true.