I love my cousin Chaya (a.k.a. Chach) very, very much. We’ve got a trillion inside jokes and we always seem to have a good time no matter where we are. She was there for me the time I got escorted out of the airport in Kansas City to dump my water bottle. She was there for me when I won the golden ticket at Disneyland. She was there for me as a teacher to my students when I couldn’t be. She was even there for me when I was huge and pregnant, making me burgers and fries.
But today.
Oh, today.
She was there for me to leave and go get a massage. I left my baby in her arms, happily asleep, and I went and had the most glorious massage. It meant more to me than all the pregnant burgers or empty water bottles.
Even though Maggie woke up and was somewhat of a grump, because that is what babies do when they notice their mama isn’t around apparently, Chach was steady and kept my baby from becoming a total Grump House.
Now I can add that Chach was “there for me the time that I really needed a massage and got one” to the list.
I might just move that one to the top.
Aww I’ll always be there for you… you are in fact my prettiest cousin (shhh don’t tell Izak.) Love you!
I think Phil might be a bit more worried. He is so vain.