Emma had just gotten home from school and was excited to visit Braxton the following Monday. I promised her a trip to a local farm to see a few horses, sheep, and goats. By the time I finished explaining the potential job change I was considering, Emma"s pure excitement became contagious. She astutely admitted while she would miss Nonna Cecilia, she hardly ever got to see my parents. Emma had reasoned out we should come back to Pennsylvania for six years since she"d lived six years in Los Angeles.
“That"s fair, Daddy, right? Splitting my time between both sets of grandparents?” Emma asked with the assured confidence of a much older girl.
“Yes, honey. You"re looking at things the proper way.” When I hung up, I thanked the powers-that-be for blessing me with the most amazing daughter. Now
