Somebody tell me again what day it is. My weeks are bumping into each other and running over with comings and goings.
This week, I’m wrapping up my month of keeping my precious grandniece, pie. What a delightful 30 days it has been and I wouldn’t have wanted to be any other place. I am dreading Friday so very much. We knew going in that this was a temporary arrangement, but it doesn't make it any easier.
There’s nothing quite as rewarding as guiding a child through her day, providing her needs, stealing all her kisses, and showering love on her sweet, little head.
I can't resist the innocence and beauty of a sleeping child.
I’ve prayed over her and summoned angels to camp out around her bed at night, and go with her every single day of her life.
I will miss her something fierce and can’t even let my thoughts linger along those lines.
I'm so grateful for this time we've spent together. I will never, ever forget these golden days.
I would appreciate your prayers for pie and her mommy, her Nonni, and her auntie (that would be me), as she enters daycare next week. It’s a heavy weight upon our hearts. We pray for a smooth transition, and we have not stopped praying that a suitable personal caregiver will be found at a future time. Would you pray with us?
Until next time, dear friends, thanks so much for keeping me company here. It means a whole lot.