Saturday, August 08, 2009

::Poke, poke, poke::

o things got a lot harder with Isaiah before they got better. He and I had a few weepy days as he misunderstood my arms-length approach to be a punishment, and I broke my heart keeping him away. Slowly, slowly, I was able to get down on the floor and wrap my arms around him until he had his fill of me and wandered off. He regained his security bit by bit. And now he has set his site on his little sister-- an object of curiosity. Poke. Poke. Poke. She is proving to be long-suffering. She will never know what it feels like to be left alone.