I have this babysitter, Amy.
I love her for all the usual reasons–like she watches my children once a week so I can go to my dance class, she’s cleaned up vomit, she plays games with my competitive yet whiny kids and she plans awesome crafts and projects. My boys adore her.
But I love her for my own selfish reasons–she’s my friend. And I had to tell her that in the acknowledgment pages of my book.
“And to Amy Miccio, boy-watcher extraordinaire, you are important to me.”
I could write another book–a book of reasons why she has become someone special in my life–but one will be enough to convince you it’s true…
She made me my first paper crane for my birthday. And then she helped three little people that I love make the second, third and fourth…
And I am reminded that there is nothing more special than having someone say…you are important to me. I am too warm and fuzzy to ask a question–just talk amongst yourselves.
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