Her little brother helped to cut, and glue our work onto pretty paper.
Ava left on a little road trip today. My little girl is gone for three nights. She is safe, and happy, I know. She'll have fun, I know. Bonfires and barbecues at the ocean, new bathing suits, new party dresses, graduation parties, cousins, lots of love and laughter is in store for her. Her precious Gramie-gram to protect her. But she's gone. She's never been away before. Never. A trip to a friends house across the street for a few hours yes, but three nights? Eh. I may not feel ready, but she says she is. Isn't that what matters? Isn't that the essence of my style of parenting? Meet her needs, support her choices, listen and respect her. All so that when she says she really wants to do this I show her that I believe in her. Eh.
So I packed her little bag. I sketched out her out fits so she would be clear which were meant for traveling days, and which she had to chose from for the middle two days. (one is extra, she likes variety)