So I finally figured out the perfect adult:to:child ratio.
Tata in charge of stroller & diaper bag accessories.
Aunt Heather in charge of YaYa.
Me in charge of breast milk.
By the end of the trip,
Strangers were actually complementing us on our
exit strategy from the car.
Heather was back off to China very early this morning.
Before Miss Mila even woke up.
Back home from the airport,
I thought I noticed Emilija turning corners in hopes of finding
her blonde-haired Bestie.
I was heartbroken as I told myself
that YaYa was already sad from missing her Auntie H.
Then I realized it was actually me.
Waiting for Heather to finish my
It was really me leaving the bedroom,
in hopes of seeing
Heather & Emilija nestled together on the living room floor.
I've declared it a day of rest and reflection in the Madzar House.
And I've already started to devise our next
We miss your spirit, Aunt Heather.
The house feels empty without it.