I am MOURNING our loss of the
best daycare providers God could ever have lead me to. People laugh when I tell
them that I met you at your yard sale. And I'm all like, "You wish YOU had her." But, I loved you then and I have been
nothing but presently surprised since.
I had some trepidation at the
idea of giving my precious ones over to a lady I knew nothing about. This is
the first time they have been with anyone other than family. I called to check up on you. I prayed about
you, but something in my gut told me, ‘Do it. They won’t die.’ Not only did they not die, but they learned,
they played, they crafted (you do the BEST crafts, the kind I love to display
and plan to keep), they got so dirty
(you’d think I’d remember to bring wipes and another outfit after so many of
the dirt-filled blissful backyard days, but no) but most importantly, they were
loved.
And not just loved in the ‘everyone-is-special’,
positive reinforcement kind of careful, politically correct way, but in the ‘Are-you-crazy? Your-momma-would-never-let-you-do-that-and-neither-will-I-now-go-sit-inside-and-have-a-minute’
kind of way. The first few days when I
would pick them up and you would stop our conversation to correct them even
though I was standing right there, I knew I had found the real deal. You treat
them all like they are yours. And they love you like you are theirs.
You see, I come from the ‘it
takes a village’ mentality. And yours is the BEST. DARN. VILLAGE. AROUND. I
love you, and will miss you dearly, and if and when we come back to Chester, I
hope you will SAVE OUR SPOT.
Love,
Dario, Amber, Noah, and Maia
Amato
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