My girls are little

Last night I went to visit my section and man oh man how I had missed those girls. Despite how bratty they are and how crazy, how devilish, and how much they make fun of the littlest phrases I say incorrectly, I sincerely missed every single one of them. I enjoyed hugging and kissing them all, eating dinner with them (even after they stole my water bottle per usual), helping with their chores, and being wrapped in their arms as they asked if they were all going to be invited to my wedding. They were simply adorable, even if they refused to do their chores or put on their pajamas or get into bed…I guess that’s what distance will do to you.

While doing her chores, Margarita asked if I would accompany her outside to get the towels she needed for cleaning, and Rosa decided to tag along. We walked outside to the clothes lines and picked up all the towels. In the process, Rosa said, “Hurry up – I want to go inside,” to which I said, “Rosa – just walk to the section – it’s only 20 feet away.” And then I heard “tengo miedo” (I’m scared.)

Just when I think my girls are growing up so fast, there are little things to remind me that my girls are so little, and that the big wide world still has the ability to frighten them, and to make them want to hold my hand as we walk back in the dark. And while sometimes I wish my girls would just grow up and be mature and do things on their own, it’s a nice reminder that every now and then, they need me :).