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Can You Hear Me Now?

Henry loves to "listen" on the phone with his Marmie, Juju and her crew, and his Grandaddy. They are always wanting to talk to their little guy and he is always up for the fun. I am so glad they take the time to invest in him on weeknights when they are all so tired from the day and we are too. I love that my little nuclear family from days gone by still show love the exact same way...the love my heart aches for after a long weekday. Thank you God for my "people".

This week Henry actually talked more than normal and they all loved it! I love hearing my Daddy laugh at my child through the phone. It makes my heart feel good. I love to hear my Mama smile through the phone when my sweet boy says her name. It is medicine for my soul. When Henry finally said "Juju pretty" to my favorite sister after months of poking and begging, my insides danced a little jig. Seriously, there is nothing cuter than him knowing his "people" even though he rarely sees them in person. He knows who David "Day Day", Daniel "Danel", and Anna "An-ne-na" are from our photo in the den and our occasional Skype sessions. I am sorry, Samuel, but he looks at you and says "baby"! I say all this to say, even if you live away from your family, you can still be as close as you want to be. It just takes a little time and offers a great reward package! Call someone you love today, shoot them an email or even better....send them snail mail. I challenge you.

Abby

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Anonymous said…
Is it OK that I tell my fav nieces I love them here?

LYB
YFA
TBEO
Sisters said…
Of course you can LYB YFA TBEO!!

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