I’ve witnessed a couple of the most precious displays from Baby B over the past few days, ones that simultaneously melt my heart and make me wanna cry.
We were out to dinner on Saturday night, and I took the opportunity to tell the girls that I won’t be able to attend their fall festival at school. [I feel terrible about it…it’s something they look forward to so much…but I made plans several months ago to go to an event with my dad.]
I expected the girls to be upset. I can’t say they were thrilled, but they took it in stride when I told them they would still go with Daddy, only Mommy wouldn’t be there. And then, moments later, I saw Baby B’s chin start to tremble.
“I don’t like it when you’re not home for night-night,” she told me.
To glimpse what's important to my precious girl!!!
And then, in the middle of that same night, B came to me around 2am to tell me she’d gotten sick to her stomach. I asked her to go to the kitchen, and I made my way there. I couldn’t quite put two-and-two together, as to how everything transpired.
B explained that she woke up feeling sick and came downstairs to get me. “…but I saw you were sleeping, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”
She got her “bucket” out of the kitchen and lay on the couch instead. She finally woke me only when she actually got sick.
There’s emotional maturity and the sweetness of my baby girl, all rolled into one. It tugs at my heartstrings, for sure…and makes this heart of mine so happy.