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When I got home from the gym yesterday, I was tired and defeated. Running on fumes, I dragged myself to the mailbox, only because I'm expecting a check. Of course the check wasn't there, but I did see a letter addressed to me in childish handwriting and the word "Lucy" in the return address area. I was immediately out of my funk and super happy. It was a reply to a letter I'd sent her last week, and she told me about what an awesome summer she's having. She ended it with "I love you and I can't wait to see you." You guys. I cried. Like, kind of a lot.
Lucy has never been particularly affectionate, and that one little sentence just absolutely wrecked me. In the best possible way.
Frankie, on the other hand, is brimming with affection at all times. When I first got to Brooklyn on Sunday, she would not calm down, and WT asked her, "Child, why are you being so crazy?" "BECAUSE I LOVE MEG!" I mean, shit, her crazy wasn't even annoying after that. She loves to hug and always lets me pick her up and spin her around whenever I need a little closeness. On Monday, I picked her up and hugged her and she said "I love your hugs, Meg. Give me all your hugs."
You guys.
You guys.
Seriously. Being an aunt is the best thing ever.
Lucy has never been particularly affectionate, and that one little sentence just absolutely wrecked me. In the best possible way.
Frankie, on the other hand, is brimming with affection at all times. When I first got to Brooklyn on Sunday, she would not calm down, and WT asked her, "Child, why are you being so crazy?" "BECAUSE I LOVE MEG!" I mean, shit, her crazy wasn't even annoying after that. She loves to hug and always lets me pick her up and spin her around whenever I need a little closeness. On Monday, I picked her up and hugged her and she said "I love your hugs, Meg. Give me all your hugs."
You guys.
You guys.
Seriously. Being an aunt is the best thing ever.