“I want to play with Ava,” my 4-year-old said this afternoon, with tears streaming down behind her adorable pink glasses.
“We can call her,” I said, gently.
“I don’t want to call her. I want to PLAY with her.”
(I didn’t quite know what to say…”Maybe in a year?“).
This part is a little harder than I expected.
We miss our friends. We miss familiarity. We miss the hum and melody of daily rhythms.
Slowly, we’re finding our way though. Together.
P.S. We leave on Saturday for Houston…then onward through Lafayette, Baton Rouge, Mobile, Tallahassee, and Orlando. Let us know if you have recommendations for how we might be able to serve in those areas…and/or if you want to have dinner.