Today is Ruby’s birthday. Last night when I was snuggling her into bed, I said,
“This is the last time I’ll see you as a seven year old. Do you think you will still want to snuggle me when you’re eight?”
“Yes,” she said, thoughtfully. “I think I’ll snuggle you until I’m sixteen. After that I’ll be busy driving around with my friends.”
Oh my, they grow up so fast, don’t they?
She crawled into bed with me in the middle of the night (which she never does anymore unless she’s not well). So, for the start of her eighth year, we woke up together, cozy in my bed. Outside my bedroom window the sky was ablaze. It was completely stunning.
I have a friend who says she can see and hear angels. I believe her, actually, because she just…knows things. She has always said that Ruby is surrounded by angels wherever she goes. I believe that, too. There’s just something about her that is magical…otherworldly.
One sleepy evening she said to me, “Mama, you make everything better.” I thought my heart would burst.
It is actually her who makes everything better.
I am just so grateful to have been invited along for the ride.
(Even if before long she will be sneaking off with my keys.)
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