Saturday, July 7, 2012

When papa calls her name


I really wanted to get a picture of her in this cute outfit. So I waited down the hallway and called her name. Nothing. Made funny sounds. Nothing. Sang songs. Nothing. 
So I asked Frankie to call her. Even before he finished saying "Maaaaayaaaaa, come here" she was running down the hallway with her crazy happy mouth and arms and legs flailing.
These days, everything is Papa. I know she misses him when he's at work during the day and I know she senses I miss him too. And often says Papa and points to his picture on our fridge. She loves him to bits and loves him even more when he kisses her nose. I have to get a picture of this because it will cure the world of suffering; it's so precious.



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