tender moments

My Grandma took a turn for the worse on Sunday when she fell...twice.  It was a hard day filled with pain, tears, and (get this) Momma pride.

While talking with my mom downstairs, we both heard Makenna's voice upstairs but assumed she was singing to herself (which she does ALL the time).  After a few minutes, I finally went up to check on her, and she was sitting on the ground reading to my grandma.  The Little Mermaid.  The long edition.

And grandma was sweet enough to let her, through all her pain. When I caught sight of them the tears came good and hard.  What a sympathetic, darling girl to find something that she knew how to do.  Something to make someone she cared about feel better.

I've never been more proud of my sweet cheeks (yes, nearly all of Makenna's nicknames have something to do with her big, kissable cheeks).