To my five faithful readers, I will get up to speed eventually, but we have been consumed by Emma — something is wrong, and we don't know what, and it's been 10 days, and no one can diagnose it. We are just taking it a bit at a time so I will catch up once we are on the other side of it. But I didn't want to forget her at bedtime tonight (prior to 2 hours of inconsolable distress): each night, we take her little crucifix off the wall and she pats and kisses "Gigi," though she can now say "Jesus." She still speaks in the second or third person ("You do it!" or "Emma do!" means "I'll do it!"). Tonight, she kissed her cross and said clear as a bell, "Jesus. Tank you! Help you? Wuv you."
I cried, for a lot of reasons. Lord, hear our prayer.
2 comments:
Feel better soon, sweet Emma. xoxo
Aw. I'm going to cry too.
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