Bella is rolling on her towel on the living room floor, clad in only a diaper, while my sister rubs lotion on her dry skin. She’s shivering and chattering her teeth.
“Are you cold, my Bell?” I ask.
“Auntie Treese will warm my pajamas,” she replied. It doesn’t matter what she feels now, she knows certainly in a minute she will be dressed in her warm pajamas and won’t be cold any longer. if only I could have such certainty.
I was wondering how you messed it up … it didn’t look messed up! Yes, it does work well as it stands. Thanks for joining in.