The time finally came. Drew wanted to go to school. She was ready but I didn't know how to let go of the comfort of Desiree. Desiree came into our lives 7 years ago. One afternoon when I was pregnant with Peyton, she opened her door to us as we stopped by to interview her. Only, when we left we felt she was interviewing us. We loved that about her. She took Peyton into her home and she loved him, cared for him and cared for us as a family. I could call her with any motherly question and she always had an answer. Many times she would diagnose Peyton with an illness and I'd smile and say okay but 2 days later I'd be at the pediatrician and sure enough, Desiree was spot on.
Then came Drew. I never looked back with her because I knew what good hands she was in. I didn't cry dropping her off at daycare the way I did Peyton. I didn't have too. Desiree was family now. But then Drew got a taste of preschool and she was smitten. She loved it. Of course all kids grow up and eventually go to school but it's hard to say goodbye to someone that you've cared so dearly about. Someone who was not only a second mother to my kids but to Mark and I as well.
Desiree, thank you for all that you did for us. We love you and could never thank you enough. I wish I had a picture of you and both kids but I know how much you hate goodbyes and we were never able to get one. We love you.
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