My heart was missing my little girl. She's up at the cottage with Grandma and Grandpa, having fun. Not the first time. She did this last year too.
But, I was missing her. My heart actually felt like it was being stretched toward her. I get the term heart strings. I could feel them.
Dave was missing her too. Actually we missed her before she left, but it wasn't getting better.
So, Dave took a day off. We had support in place for Monica morning and evening.
We hopped in the car once the support arrived in the morning, drove 4 hours to Haliburton and spent five delightful, fun, precious hours with our daughter. Then we turned around and drove five hours back home - we stopped for dinner - to arrive while Monica's evening support was still here.
A glorious day. A day of canoing and kayaking swimming and walking to a nearby rapids. And best of all lots of hugs. lots and lots of hugs.
So incredilbly worth it.
She's so loved.
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