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My first thought was that she was in my make-up. Oh boy. A nice mess to clean up this morning.
Finally, she announced, "Mommy, come to your room...I have a surprise for you!"
My mind is still foggy as it is still early, but I make my way to the bedroom. I open the door, and this is what I find:
My bed was made and there on the bed was the sweetest note in her little 6 year old handwriting:
"I love you, you are the best. To Jill, From Presley. I love you, from Presley Hill."
(Adorned with hearts and smiley faces of course)
I'm head over heels.That's for sure.
3 comments:
Jill for real?! Did you just melt right there in the doorway? Hmm, something tells me you scooped up that girl and drowned her in smooches and hugs! :)
I have missed your blog, you know me the overbearing Mother and grandmother just always wanting to be in your life, and hearing words of your daily comings and goings makes me more confident of what I was way back when, you holding on to my leg as I walked thru our little house, you following "your sister" around as if she had you in a trace. Maybe, even when my darkest regrets as a Mother tugs at me; it reels me back to how I felt so important and loved with my sweet 4 people. When your Dad would come home (all dirty from work) you and Ang would race to the door to greet him..we weren't any place near perfect, but it was the best times of my life. Now, I have your children and Angie's to gush over, they really are the wind beneath my wings. Thank you for sharing Jilly!
Precious, precious girl!!! Triple. Toe. Touch. Presley!!! :)
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