Heidi's Hell Hole

Last weekend we had the kids for the WHOLE WEEKEND, YOU GUYS. From FRIDAY until MONDAY. This is huge, we NEVER get them this long. And it was a great weekend!

Friday night, T was upset because since Bub's in football, she doesn't get a lot of attention. I told her to pick whatever she wanted to do, and Saturday, we'd do it. She was beside herself with glee, and even snuggled with me on the couch. (She's NEVER done that. She barely has allowed me to HUG her.) To make her feel better, we made rootbeer floats, just for us, and shared girly secrets.

Saturday, she wanted to spend the whole day at the Library, which was FREAKIN' AWESOME with me. I love to read. I read every chance I get. Hell, I'll read the back of the Mentadent bottle if that's all I've got. So, to the library we went, and WE READ OUR ASSES OFF. No cell phones to interupt us. Yes, even I, the Blackberry QUEEN, turned mine off and left it in the car.

T and I had lunch, and giggled and laughed our way through lunch. I've never in my life had a better time with her. It's taken 3 loooong years to get to this point. Three agonzing, slowly moving forward, frustratingly painful years. And yet, there we were. Giggling, laughing, sharing secrets conspiratorily, and having some good ole fashioned girl time. To say my heart was bursting with joy is such an understatement.

When we got home, we got a call saying that she placed in the top 95th percentile for reading and math IN THE STATE. THAT'S MY KID! THAT'S MY GIRL! My super smart, top 95th percentile, got a congratulatory letter from the Govenor, girl!!!! I let out a big whoop and grabbed her and gave her the biggest hug ever, and actually, think I bruised a rib or something. Sorry about that, T.

It was just such a perfect day, with my perfect little buddy.

T, however, is a complicated little genious. This same girl, not 20 minutes after getting her WASL results, tied a scarf around her head like a blindfold, started walking into walls and asking, "Heidi, why can't I see?!" I somehow doubt I will be adding this to her Harvard application.

Nonetheless, we snuggled every night, her and I. I don't cry from happiness much. But I sure as hell choked up from joy then.

T, if by chance you're reading this. I love you, GOD, how I love you. I love you as if you were my biological child. You are the most awesomely awesome stepdaughter a Mom could ever ask for. I hope I can be as good a stepmother to you and you have been a stepdaughter to me. In case you didn't know...I LOVE YOU.