Thursday, September 15, 2011
As long as I know where I stand...
Faith slept over last night at her grandparents' house up the street. She loves sleeping over at other people's houses. She never wants to come home again afterwards. Tonight, when I was reading bedtime stories, I noticed she was quietly crying. When I asked her why, she said because she missed her Mawmaw. I said, "I'll bet you didn't cry like that last night because you missed me." She said, "Well, no, but Mawmaw's better than you. But I still love you, Mommy."
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