Wednesday, June 25, 2014
There are things yet to be said...that's what I call this picture. We had a bit of a scare last night. Her father choked on a piece of meat during dinner. Had trouble dislodging it. By the fifth heimlich we got it out. I'd be embarrassed to say it took more. It's just not your time to go buddy. Your daughter has things to tell you ...and every day I wonder what would she say.
Hannah's father drives very far just to come home to see her at the end of the day. As often as he can. It means he must also get up extremely early to go back to work.
I put the two of them at one end of the camper. Hannah was so excited she couldn't sleep. I could feel the camper rock every time she jumped the bed. She jumps high. She jumps a lot. At some point, it had to be after midnight, I went to get her worried her father wasn't getting any sleep, I also wasn't because of her jumping on the bed. He said it's okay, " I can sleep through it, I just love her so much." With renewed patience and a motherly "Hannah it's sleep time so lay your head down on the pillow" I went back to my room. She quieted down.