It's just after 9:30pm when I make my way to the kitchen to finally make myself some dinner. I had just finished tucking the older two into separate rooms for the night after the idea for an indoor "camp-out" went south. The phone rings, it's Mr. Stannix again, I'm pretty sure he misses us! We talk while I crack eggs into a frying pan and pop some toast into the toaster. After being away for a week the food is scarce and the milk is sour, so this is the best I could come up with. A few seconds later and I am startled by a sound on the other side of the kitchen. Camilla has made her way downstairs, and patiently waits until I'm done on the phone. After listening for a few minutes she figures out that it's Daddy and asks politely if she could talk. Of course I say yes! I get out a plate and butter the toast. She skips into the kitchen, hands me back the phone, and sits down at the table. We say good-bye to Daddy so that he can eat his dinner and dig into our plate of spicy eggs. Camilla delights me with conversation, and even though it's late and she should be in bed, I let her talk and talk. I watch her smile and tuck her short blonde hair behind her ears while she tells me stories and I realize how much I've missed her!
After we finish our plate we each take a huge drink of water and I give her a hug good-night. She doesn't want to let go and tells me how much she wishes she had someone to sleep with her. I smile and try not to roll my eyes. This will be the tenth time I've come upstairs to tuck her in for the night. It is then I realize that she has missed me too and is needing some Mommy time. We walk up the stairs hand in hand and tip-toe back to her little tent. I lay down beside her on Hyrum's pillow (he is fast asleep in my bed). She tells me how she has a hard time falling asleep and how her eyes don't shut for hours! Being a Mamma, I know exactly what to do. I run my fingers through her hair, massaging her head as I go. Soon her eyelids begin to get heavy. I softly draw on her face with my finger tips, across her forehead, around her eyes and up the bridge of her nose. All of those features that were once so tiny have matured so much. I quietly lay beside her, studying her profile as her eyes drift shut. Soon her breathing becomes deeper and her head turns to the side. I tuck my arm around her little body, give her a little squeeze, and stay for just a few minutes longer.
I leave the tiny tent, grateful for the extra few minutes I got to spend with my girl. I could have easily sent her up to bed while I tended to the dishes and clutter, but I'm so glad I didn't! I come downstairs and turn out the lights on the mess in the kitchen, and then Mr. Stannix calls again and we talk until bedtime.
"What is most important almost always involves the people around us"
~President Thomas S. Monson











