So my daughter called and told me about spending the night at grandpa's house, which involved watching a scary movie with her cousin. Apparently, it was so scary that she stayed up until 3:00 in the morning.
Daughter: I would close my eyes and they would POP right open, because I was so scared. So you know what I did?
Me: What?
Daughter: I closed my eyes and imagined that I was on our couch at home in the living room, with you walking by in your gray muscle shirt and pink and white pajama shorts, and you see me and say...hi baby! On your way to the kitchen to get more diet coke.
We both laughed, and the sound of her voice made me feel warm inside. As I'm writing this Post, I realize that the scene she described happens almost daily, and how I don't even think about it when it's happening; yet, it has made enough of an impression on her to help her relax.
It sure feels good as a mom, to be a part of that image she had conjured up in her pretty little head to find dream land!
Come home soon, my sweet girl!
~TW
