Really, not that long ago, I rushed to be with my daughter Kendra. She had fallen and severely broke her leg and needed her mom in a big way..
With no wt. bearing, at all, for three months, she needed mom to help with our grand daughter who was three at the time. Also help clean, to cook, ect., for the two weeks I was there.
By the time I left to come back home, she was doing"
good and could manage as well as to be expected for someone on crutches with no wt. bearing for several more weeks ahead ..
I'm sharing this because being with the two of them was more of a blessing for me than having me there to help. Oh how I had missed them ..
You see, they lived with us for almost a year ..
Kendra and her then husband, were going to try to make a go of it, after being separated..
He moved her and Aubree to Nebraska.
Kendra tried hard to make it work, but the dye had already been cast and it just was not meant to be..
So here she was.. alone, with Aubree, in a state far away from her family, all who lived on the west coast.
There was a new man in her life, who brought her the joy, love and happiness that she had lost with the divorce with her ex- husband. It was a becoming a promising, budding relationship. It was only in the beginning stages at that time I was there helping ..
I tell this as an interlude to the real reason I am writing this..
Aubree and I would go to bed and being the stinker most three year olds are, she just would not go to sleep ..
We rubbed backs .. We would giggle and laugh and she would tell me how she wished she had wings.. She would stand on her bed and look out into the cold Nebraska sky, fold her little cherubic hands and longingly ask God for wings ..
She'd lay back down and it was then that we would start making up stories .. She would tell me about her fairies, princesses and a land far far away.. Then I would tell her about my silly stories of mountains, the oceans and the land of gnomes and kings, their treasures and gold.
We would giggle and laugh until we would finally drift off and dream of the places and people we talked, giggled and made up in our stories ..
What a treasure I hold in my heart of that time. That time where there was a little princess who brought joy to her Gramma in a time long long ago in the place they call Nebraska..
Patsy McNutt Morgan
01/25/15
