Besties

I'm getting the hang of the wood furnace. This being said, I'm still a little slow. That's why, the other morning, when I woke up to a house filled with icicles and frozen furniture, I thought for sure Micaela was going to lose it. I went upstairs, wrapped her in a blanket, and carried her into the basement to have her sit and watch me awkwardly try to start a fire with a lighter that didn't work, some looseleaf, and one measly piece of kindling. I thought she'd be annoyed but she sat pleasantly watching. "Mommy?", she says quietly. "Yes?" I respond, expecting her to tell me she's hungry. "You're my best friend, right?". I melted... And not because of my dinky little fire.