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Godchild

Spring Break in Nashville (con’t.)

Little Sister's youngest daughter is my 11year old Godchild.  She met me at the airport with her Dad and first thing I noticed was how tall she has grown. She has sprung up like a weed.  I got a glimpse of the beautiful woman waiting to emerge from the cutie little girl.

The second thing I noticed,  Godchild donned many of the wearable things I have given her over the past year or so.   That made my heart smile.

Godchild gave up her bedroom for my six day stay. Each morning I heard her opening the bedroom door and  thought she was trying to sneak in, to get something from her room.  I didn't want her to think she had distrubed me, so I pretended to be asleep.

On the fourth morning she peeked her head around the door but didn't come in, quietly closing the door behind her. I sat up in the bed and began working on my laptop. A few minutes later she arrived back holding a glass in her hand and a big smile flashed across her face. "I thought you might like a morning smoothie?" she said shyly.

Later I discovered Godchild had brought a smoothie up to me every morning.  When she thought I was asleep, she didn't want to wake me.

But on morning four LS told disappointed Godchild to go back and leave the glass on the bedside table that way I would have the smoothie when I woke up.

Godchild wasn't trying to slip into the room for forgotten socks after all. She was being a sweetheart and bringing me a glass of deliciousness each morning before she left for school.

Who's the lucky Godmother then???!!!!