I used to be afraid of my kids. True story.
On the occasion that Billy Webb traveled, I feared doing it alone. Two little ones all by myself?!? Oh my. Of course, these were the days my beloved son screamed nonstop and I was worn thin. Spent. Fast forward two years and alone time is easy breezy lemon squeezy. Yep, Billy Webb was gone four whole days this past week and I never batted an eye. I give all the credit to my daughter. Little Emerson Webb. Superstar child, lovebug extraordinaire.
I"m not the only one adoring this girl. One Maxi Bear Webb is besotted, too. At Saturday night's sleepover in his room, he was bubbling over with glee. By 10:30 p.m. after 30 minutes of bouncing in his bed unable to contain his excitement I said, again, "little boy, go to sleep". His response, again, "I'm watching sister".
And there she was, curled up trying to sleep with her little fan club perched above, keeping watch, totally in love.
We love you Pip. My angel.