When Addie was much younger, she didn’t see me a lot and she didn’t want to be with me without her mom. She was about a year old when they left her with me one night when they went to Walmart. She cried so much, I had to call them to come home.
Within the next year or so I was there again and I was going to run to pick up a pizza. She announced that she wanted to go with me. It wasn’t far to get the pizza but I knew as soon as we backed out of the driveway, she was going to start crying so I made up a song about going to get a pizza and she was singing with me. She was fine . . I guess she’d figured out I was ok by then.
Addie
While looking for a picture of the old countertop for the previous post, I came across the post about the pizza song and this picture of little Addie! That was in December, 2014 so she was 2 years old when we went to get the pizza and sang the pizza song. What a difference four years makes and what a difference a grandchild makes!
I don’t want to think that in four more years, she’ll be 10. They grow up way too quickly!
DonnainKS says
If you blink! ! 🙂
dezertsuz says
Well, they do, but each stage is so wonderful. I interact with the young women at church sometimes, 12-18, and I just love those girls to pieces! They have such kind hearts.