On Monday night Tucker came to spend the night.
We listened to Fernando.
Lit candles.
Snuggled for over two hours before falling asleep on the living room floor.
Woke up at midnight and went to bed. (Aunt Lindsay's body is not all that cool with floor sleeping any more!)
He slept right through the night... I became aware that the words a friend of mine spoke ("A queen size bed is only as big as the person you share it with") were very true. That child w-i-g-g-l-e-s!
We both needed.
We both gave.
And we both came away with mended hearts.
God bless two year olds!
5 comments:
Aww! You are a good Auntie! Have a great Christmas!
Ahhh, poor Tucker. Must be hard giving up your place as the youngest...and you are a good auntie! Merry Christmas!
I'm so glad those kids have an auntie like you!
Aren't kids such good therapy? Hope you have a wonderful Christmas, Lindsay! We're both in similar phases of our lives, so I can totally relate to the emotions you describe so poignantly on your blog. Love and hugs to you, honey!
I still maintain that the girls' dorm at Fairwood should have a resident small child to help mend wounded spirits. Unfortunately, the logistics of this plan are hard to figure out. It's a good thing that the staff have kids!
I still wish you lived next door. I'm sure MANY others feel the same. I hope you are feeling joy this Christmas. Love you, rlr
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