My poor Foofoo!

I'm sitting here in the emergency waiting room at Torrance Memorial hospital waiting to hear from Maria. She had been complaining earlier that her back was hurting and that she wasn't feeling well. Later in the evening she appeared on the webcam almost in tears and said she was going to the emergency room because her stomach really hurt. I instantly was worried and rushed over to the hospital, even beating her there.

Maria, if your reading this, I love you so much! I know it's not like your seriously injured or hurt. But the moment I heard you were in pain I had this huge rush of emotion come over me. I wanted to hold you and some how make you feel better. I wanted to coddle you and tell you everything is going to be okay. I wanted to be okay. It was yet another moment in time when I was 110% completely sure that I love you with all my heart. I sort of feel helpless sitting here with your parents in the waiting room, waiting for you. I just want you to be better. I promise I will always take care of you! And I will always be there for you in anyway that I can.

Knowing that your on the other side of the door, waiting, scared... makes me want to cry.

I love you Maria! With all of my heart, to the moon and back!