EV woke up the other morning and said, "I want to be a baby this morning." I said, "You will always be my baby." She followed me to the bathroom and watched me get ready for work. As I wrapped up and said, "Lets go downstairs." She asked to be picked up. I carried her downstairs and that's when the meltdown started. She held onto my neck and started pleading, crying that I don't leave her, I spend the day with her, at least eat breakfast with her. It's in moments like this I wonder is she just trying to be brave when she acts like she doesn't care? It's in moments like this when I remember that she's just 3 years old. Often times I think I treat her much older because she acts much older but I'm glad she stops to remind me that she really still is a baby.
I know that the last two weeks have been tough for her. She went from spending 4 full days with us to practically no time with me. I have had church events two evenings in a row since we've gotten back from vacation and I was out of town for a whole week this week for work. My heart breaks when she cries out for me. Evangeline, I want you to know how much I love you and how much I cherish our time together. You are my silver lining when I'm having a bad day; you make me laugh so hard that my tummy hurts; you are my pride and joy. I miss you like crazy when I'm not with you and I think of you all day.
