Believing: Day 3

In one day.

Mommy,” her voice lilts from the middle of the van, “I wish plastic never got broken.” A pause, then, “And I wish all the soft things never got torn.” Another pause, then quietly she says, “And I wish nothing would ever make me cry.

One day, sweet baby girl. One day.

3 responses to “Believing: Day 3”

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    Dearest Angie,

    I love this. Kiss my sweet little girl for me. And your fear of planes will never be realized by me, I share in that smothered feeling.

    Love and blessings,


  2. This is a “bless her heart” moment if I’ve ever heard one. What a day that will be.

    Love to the family.


  3. One day!

    I love how our kids help us to long for that even more…because we so badly want all of their I wishes to be true.


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