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Kaybree the considerate

Yesterday Eisley started coughing and had a fever. It was obvious she was not feeling well. All night she whimpered in her sleep and slept with me for comfort. This morning I decided to let the girls sleep a little later so I could catch up on a little sleep too. Kaybree eventually woke up on her own and got dressed. When Eisley and I finally got up I left her watching TV in my room while I went to take a shower.

I heard Kaybree come into the room and ask Eisley how she was feeling. When I came out of the bathroom my bed was empty but as I came down the stairs Eisley was tucked into some blankets on the couch, remote in hand, with Kaybree's pillow behind her head. Kaybree had taken her downstairs and got her settled in her favorite spot in front of the TV, with all the comfy blankets and pillows she could ask for.

Kaybree, you are the sweetest little girl. Last night you had your first performance with Millenial Choirs and Orchestra. You were very brave going on stage and didn't cry at all! But it probably helped that I was right back stage waiting for you and spent the entire night volunteering to watch you and the other kids.

You were so committed to following all the directions given. It was frustrating for you that none of the other kids felt the same way. They kept bumping into you in line and not following the rules. But not my little girl!

Watching all the kids made me so proud of the little girl you are. Parents were instructed to send a backpack of things to do and some snacks for kids to enjoy back stage while they waited for their turn to sing. Some kids walked in with backpacks stuffed to the brim with toys, fancy markers and crayons and blankets. I packed you two books, a notebook, a pen and three different snacks. It kept you happy all night.

You are such a happy, loving little girl. I just love watching you grow. You have your moments of crazy and plenty of moments of whiny but at your core you're brave, smart, independent and so, so caring. I can't wait to see you become a big sister all over again!

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