After seven weeks of my mister being away, I'm decided. I like my life lots better when we're together. Really, I like my life either way, but let's face it. It's a gazillion times nicer the together way.
Last night was one of those nights. Enough said. Anyhow, I was dragging myself through the cleaning-up-before-I-head-to-bed phase, when Kate came out of her bedroom and asked, "Mom, what can I do to help?" I don't think there are another seven words in the English language that could have meant as much to me as those seven did last night.
I thought about last week when I was tired and trying to settle everyone down for bedtime. I didn't feel too sad, but had to put on my "I mean business" hat (if you know what I mean). Pretty soon I heard Kate in her room, sobbing. (You've never heard heart wrenching until you've heard Kate cry. She cries with all her heart.) It took me a while to get her to explain her sadness, but she finally let it out. Throwing her arms around my waist, she cried, "Mom, I just can't stand it when you're sad."
What a sweet, sweet girl.
I think I'll think of her kindness all day today. Armed with those memories and a morning bit of chocolate, I think we're going to make it.
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