Calling all Girls

A list of the favorite things my Girls do for me.

• Gives me a call when I think I need it least because that's when I've hidden something that needs some love. They can see my sorrow when I can't.
• Brings me dinner and Smart Cookies. And it's ok to start with wine, then move to cookies, then finish with a sandwich.
• They always finish with I love you.
• Bitch at me. About me or about you, but I love that shecan talk about it with me.
• Invite me to dinner.
• Comment on my blog. Somehow, that is sometimes even better than a phone call. It takes more effort to boot and type.
• Talk me home.
• Don't lie to me.
• Ask me how to sew a seam. Love that you think I know enough to teach.
• When my little girls bring me a book to read and sit on my lap. Sidebar: It is so hard to connect from a wheelchair. I may look like I can just pick up a small child, but it's all fake.  They have to be big enough to crawl onto my lap so when they still do it after they figure out that they don't have to, it's a prize.
• Love the Mom's that put them on my lap.
• Sitting by me at a concert when 50,000 people are standing.
• Invite me to lunch via Sametime.
• Watch me cry. Over and over and over and never tell me to Danika Up!
• Introduce me as Sis.
• Watch an entire episode of Grey's A and not say anything because she knows exactly how much push it takes to start the tears.
• Change my sheets.
• Garbage can dragging.
• She has my back when I haven't read the book but plays along like she knows I did.
• Not so fond of kissing on the lips. Still working on that one.
• Raise a dog
• Raise a child.
• Love my boys.
• Give me a kitty that reminds me of them. Jack, Jack makes me lol like his birth Mom does.
• Makes me shine more than her because she knows I will reflect back.
• Shores up the sandbags when the tears fall.
• Builds a village that really makes a difference.
• Lets me love her too.
• Raises fine men.