loudog1

I was very happy last night! I finally got to hangout with little Laura. We watched The Fox and the Hound and Dumbo. I helped her with her homework and she wrote me some notes. She did bang her knee once on the nightstand, but she didn't cry even though it looks like she'll have a bit of a bruise. I didn't emerge unscathsed either; She started throwing her stuffed animals on top of me (to try and bury me) and clocked me in the head with a cat that was fur on the outside, but very dense plastic on the inside. When she heard the "thunk" and saw me wince she put her hand to her mouth and said,"Sorry." I don't think that she was that sorry, because she nailed me two more times with that cat, but each time, she gave me that "Who, lil' old me?" look and said, "Sorry." Moments like that are like gold in my hands and I make every effort to cherish every second that I have with her. It tears me apart that I only get to see her once a month or so since her parents moved out and went their separate ways. God, I miss her so much. I posted a scan of one of the notes that she wrote to me in my pics. Well, I guess, it's martini time.