Becca.
“Mama! Mama! Mama!" Dahlia said, crawling over to me and sitting on her bum. She had a little dog plush in her hand and was waving it at me. I smiled at her and took the plush, hugging it close. Then, I leaned down and left a soft kiss on her forehead.
At the moment, I was visiting the kids. The night before the wedding had been pretty exciting. I wasn't sure what was up with James, though, and felt a little bit worried. He was so stressed; I wished I could ease some of that from him.
Weddings could be a lot, though. I made the plush dance in front of my daughter, smiling at her and giggling right along with her keeling laughter. She tumbled about and kept playing, eventually joined by Alessandro. My family was so beautiful, I felt tears in my eyes.
Tears that slowly crawled
