After thinking about poor Sierra all week, I took my five-year-old daughter for a daddy-daughter date to the Princess Festival at Thanksgiving Point on Saturday. It was totally painful (there weren't too many men there) and totally incredible - all at the same time.
Mind you, I'm not saying I took her just because of the Sierra thing. But Saturday morning, when I woke up, saw that it was going to be around a hundred degrees, and considered all the ways I could justify not going, I had Sierra's situation in mind when I woke my daughter up and told her to get glammed up for the day (she chose to be Cinderella).
I hate to even think about what it would be like to lose her. But when I look through the pictures of Sierra, it's impossible not to make the comparison. My sweet little girl has no idea why, but I've cuddled with her more in the last week than I had since she was a toddler. I don't think I would want to live if I ever lost her.