Today, I saw you for the first time in a couple months. Papa brought you over, with Meme. I made taco dinner, and you loved it. You just bounced around at the end of the table while Meme poured ranch dressing on it. I laughed. I did the same thing when I was little.
What got me, was that you don’t really seem to know who I am.
It took everything in me not to cry, even though they all say that you are like that with anyone that isn’t your parents or grandparents.
Well I’m your Godmother.
I want to be a part of that club.
I hate that I moved far away from you. I miss you, in every form of the word.