Tuesday, April 05, 2011

The L Word

This is a story about my first visit to the emergency room in Puerto Rico. And about the L word.

I'm living with four kids. Sometimes as I look at them and play with them and say goodbye to them and especially when I kiss them goodnight and shut their bedroom door, I feel love for them in my heart, and I tell them, "I love you."

Most of the time this isn't met with a response, and I'm okay with that. I just want them to know they are loved.

Last Friday little Ali tripped and hit her head on the corner of a wall. This resulted in her being taken to the ER a few hours later, around 11:30 pm. Mom Amanda was going to take her, and I wanted to go too because I love the family and Mom Amanda and little Ali.

All in all, it was a good trip to the ER. No traffic at that time of night, not too long of a wait, only three stitches, and little Ali was a champ.

On the way home I was sitting next to Ali, holding her hand, and she looked up at me and said, "I love you, Cara." My heart swelled, and I said, "I love you too."

1 eHugs:

crackers and cheese said...

Oh man, those kiddos are lucky to have your love :)