Miss Mackenzie Faye

For several weeks now I had plans to hop in the car with my parents and my kids and go on a trip to visit two of my brothers and their families.  On the morning that we were to leave Ian turned out to have a fever.  It was an easy choice to stay home and keep Typhoid Mary away from the newborn babies, but I was really sad to miss out on my chance to rub some crazy Aunt Amy on ‘em.

My parents decided Kenzie could just travel solo and so off the three of them went.  I didn’t think much of it at the time.  It seems so natural to just kiss my daughter good-bye and send her off on an adventure with my parents.  Just as quickly as they were out of sight, though, I almost fell apart.

Six days without Mackenzie!  How will I manage?  She writes the funniest stories and has the craziest pictures that accompany them.  Six whole days without a Kenzie Faye original.  What was I thinking?

I had no idea how many times a day Ian can say, “Hey!  Watch this!” because he usually has a sister right at his shoulder who will watch.  She’s his watcher.  How will Ian ever make it through six whole days of my half-hearted attempts to feign excitement at his twentieth head stand variation?

I didn’t even take into consideration the neighborhood girls.  Those poor things.  They have nobody to direct their play time.  I really should have thought the ramifications through.

Mackenzie Faye, we will muddle along somehow without you.  But please rush home quickly.  We’re missing your color.