.. The one that waved to me the other morning.. blew me a kiss.. well, that bare hand used to hold mine always. I have noticed that with increasing frequency when I hold my hand out to her, she doesn't take it. She's embarrassed in certain situations.. too big to hold hands.
Tonight the baseline became 'in a large crowd'. We were at Value Village getting some stuff for her costume... she dropped me like a hot potato. Yet at Wendy's, when we went for something to eat, she held my hand for a very long time.
My burger was disgusting; she offered me hers.
I realized that these are the last few days of her childhood, and that my little girl is disappearing.
Trish said the other day that everything is changing. She was right.
I knit two right mittens. My mind is elsewhere.
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Oh hugs to you too. It all changes and all you can do is hang on and hope you come out right side up I guess.
Frankly, I just want regular. Big 'ol heaps of it. Life these days is very irregular.
Miss you. xoxo.
I'll hold your hand. Sometimes I need a hand hold, but don't tell anyone. ;-)
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