Leaving my children for any amount of time is not part of my skill set. And it is a skill– arranging babysitting, meals in the freezer, laundry folded and a schedule on the counter…it’s all too much for me. But I was determined to be a grown-up and hire help while Erik and I took the Priests/Laurels on a campout.
“You’re in trouble,” Kevin emailed me, “the girls wanted to have the Lehnardt cousins sleep over! Kit and I think you should cancel the babysitter to avoid any little Linkous girl guilt trips.”
“You are like family,” Kit assured me, “we want your children here.”
It’s impossible to describe what their invitation meant to me. Like family. Someone who wants my children around. People who don’t think they are too many or too rowdy. Friends that love my children as I do.
As soon as we walked in the house Friday afternoon, they raced for baby Darren. “He’s so sweet.” “He’s smiling at me!” “Look at his cute toes!”
And that, is just like family.