Last Friday, Ed and the girls dropped me off at the Hyatt where I was going to spend the night, and then take a shuttle bus the next morning to Soldier Field. The next two days of my weekend was going to be spent walking 39 miles for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer, and I spent my spring training and talking about “the walk.”
As I buckled three year old Emmy into her car seat, she started crying and holding out her arms, screaming, “Mommy! Mommy!”
Watching them drive away was not easy. Emmy kept on crying.
Hoping that Ed would be able to distract her, I walked back to the hotel. Later that night, Ed informed me that Emmy had cried the whole way home.
She is one stubborn little girl.
Despite those twenty minutes of tears, she survived quite well without Mommy for the rest of the weekend.
Ed and the girls came to cheer for me at mile 14 on a hot, humid Chicago day.
|Lily brought a spray bottle to spray walkers…smart girl!|
And they also met me at the finish line on Sunday. Emmy was a happy little girl all weekend long.
Monday morning I found a drawing in the car. I soon realized that Lily had drawn it for Emmy on Friday night to help Emmy feel better while she was missing me.
Oh, my sweet girls!