Monday, September 26, 2011

Half An Hour

Half an hour, at the very least, is how long I spent on the phone to The Fabulous Mrs. G. on Friday afternoon. 

Half an hour of two-sided conversation.

Half an hour of listening to one another.

Half an hour of working together to figure out what's going on with my girl.

Half an hour of the biggest reassurances a momma could get when she's feeling so very helpless.

Half an hour of reaffirmation that we are doing right by The Princess.

Half an hour of everything I so sorely needed.

Half an hour after I left for work this morning, The Princess ran - grinning - to meet her bus at the end of our driveway.

1 comment:

  1. I love how one of the tags for this post is "poop." Lol, that made me smile :)

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