The bed I make and smooth every morning is crumpled, pillows caved in. There are heart stickers strewn about the table and toys in my bathtub. The Princess is here.
When the Princess comes, our house becomes her castle. Baba (her word for Henry) is her Prince. She told him so. Only this day, after watching the Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe she looked up and said, “You be King Peter. I’m Queen Lucy.” And so she was. Off they went to watch the movie again.
She saw the tiara on my dresser. The one from my mama that will be kk’s one day. Her great-grandma who will never know her, doesn’t even know me now. But kk will know her in stories and pictures. And she will have the tiara. One day.
Ever in the back of my mind the thoughts of how blessed we are to live just over 4 hours from her. Our next move could take us farther away. Each visit treasured and captured on picture after picture but it is our hearts that have been truly captured.
The time always short but full. We are worn from her energy but the satisfaction of the moment is bliss.