My little Sky tends to worry about things, WAY before and WAY more than she ever should. Today in her blessing on lunch she asked that she be able to sleep on Christmas night so Santa will come. This reminds me of the Christmas that I laid in my top bunk bed wide awake trying desperately to go to sleep. I knocked on the wall (my parents say every five minutes) asking them if Santa had come yet. Although I'm always saying Sky IS her dad, I think she has a little bit of me in her too.
Headed to Cali
3 months ago