The Best Night of the Year

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I was so fortunate to spend time with J and M tonight and their 2 daughters who I call my nieces even though we are not related by family ties.

Katy, the 3 1/2 year old wanted to climb stairs and who am I to refuse her? She is at that great stage where you ask her something and when she answers you have no idea what she is saying so you go "Hmmm Really? That sounds great" and of course she then points at the stairs and she knows what YOU said so there is no backing out.

And then little 4 month old Natalee. She was kinda squirming in Daddy's arms and for some strange reason I offered to hold her (well not a strange reason she is a beautiful and wonderful child)

So I held her and she was a little sleepy but for the first time she put her little head on my shoulder and trusted me. And we walked around a little, I talked to her (sang to her when we were out of earshot of everyone else)and just had a great time.

Yes there was a little drool on my shirt. Yes my arms were a bit tired after holding her for so long.

But even her Mom and Dad said they had never seen her be so calm with someone other than them before.

I can't describe the feeling of knowing this small little person trusted me, she knew she was safe with me and that she had nothing to worry about as long as I held her.

I've gone through this before with my own nieces and nephew but its so nice to feel it again.

I think it's called.......hope and that there is something worth fighting for.

It's Katy and Natalee and everyone else who trusts US who instinctively know we love them.

So I am going to get out of bed tomorrow and keep fighting.

Can we do any less?

Comments

SaoirseDaily2 said…
Nice post. Those are the ages you look back and remeber while you are going through the hormonal teenage years.
Slainte
May 23, 2008 at 11:35 PM
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