For the last 9 months or so, I've had the wonderful opportunity to watch my niece, Reese, during the day while my sister-Marla-works. She's been at my house hundreds of times and I've helped take care of her since she was 2 months old. Her cousins-Avery and McKenna- would get up early and open the front door, waiting for Reese to come every morning.
In August, we all realized that it might not be possible for me to continue to take care of her after Presley was born. God knew this, too. Within weeks, Marla was offered a work at home position with the company she currently works at. I don't think we could have asked for a better situation.
I miss Reese. I miss her crawling over to me when she's tired of her cousins picking on her. I miss having to divert her attention away from the dog's water bowl a 100 times a day. I miss seeing her brown eyes in the morning, probably wondering why she's at Aunt Shell's house, again. I just miss her.
I still see her, just not as much. I'm so thankful, however, that we live so close to her. That my kids will get to grow up with their cousin. That they'll get to play together, fight with each other, learn about God and life together. We are very fortunate to live so close to family during this time. And I'm glad that Presley will have not only big sisters to look up to, but a big cousin, as well.