
Gracie: Mom, will you come cuddle me?
Mom: Sure.
We lay there snuggled under the ginormous flannel patchwork quilt I made for Wayne years ago.
Mmmm... cozy.
Mom: Do you feel pretty?
Gracie: (without hesitation) Yes.
Mom: Why do you feel pretty?
Gracie: Because God made me. (pause) But, sometimes life isn't so good. I get cuts and bruises and when I was born my heart didn't work.
Mom: But God who made you is watching over you, healing you, and helping us take good care of you.
Gracie: I know. (pause) I'm going to miss you when I grow up and go away.
Mom: You think you're going to get away from me?! Not a chance! I'm going to hide in your suitcase when you go off to college and I'm going to chase you wherever you go. (Yes, I'll be a stalker mama) No Gracie, you won't miss me because I'll always be near. I love you.
Gracie: I love you more.
Mom: Impossible.
Mmmmmm......cozy.
















