The kids were so excited. They got Junebug's old cup out in case she wanted water and planned what she would want to do at the park.
We played for a few minutes before Junebug arrived, but when the kids saw her pull in, they ran.
When Junebug got out of her car, she ran.
She ran past Chickadee, who managed to grab a hug.
She ran past Sunshine, who tried to grab her hand.
She ran past Speed, who I thought was the real target.
She ran right into my arms and it felt like...I found my missing piece.
The kids fought over who would hold her hand, who would push her on the swing, who would sit beside her on the slide. Her mom said: They sure love them some Junebug!
And she wasn't lying at all.
We miss Junebug. She comes up in conversation every single day. We often laugh about things she used to do, or we just pretend that we are her (usually saying "no" over and over again). I am so grateful that her family actively seeks keeping us in her life.
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