This little angel has my middle name.
Which is really great.
She also likes to make visits with me.
Which is also really great.
She also chooses to attend funerals of her own volition.
Which is astounding because she's like...6.
So we're at this funeral and I'm terrified that I won't be able to make it through my musical number without weeping.
It was a ROUGH funeral.
Well, it was beautiful.
But rough for me.
Anywho, it's my turn so I grab Shmaddie's hand and have her come up to the stand with me.
She stood next to me the entire time, our hands clasped.
She didn't even have to start singing the words from me.
She gave me strength that I really needed.
Thanks Shmaddiecakes.
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