I told you our sad, sad news. Thank you for your sympathies and kind words.
Picking up Diva from camp was bittersweet. Engineer and I were longing to see her after a week apart, but we dreaded having to tell her about Greta. After waiting nearly a week, it was even more difficult to keep composed once we saw Diva.
We hugged our little girl (no matter how old she gets, she will always be our little girl) and listened as Diva regaled us with her tales from camp - so excited, so happy.
Our tradition after picking her up is to have lunch with Engineer's Grandmother while in Tyler. We kept it together during lunch and it wasn't until the drive home that we told her.
Engineer pulled over at a rest stop . Diva asked what we were doing and he told her that something had happened while she was away.
The first thing out of her mouth was, "Is Greta okay?"
He responded with a no and proceeded to get into the back seat and tell Diva what had happened.
Then he held her. Consoled her as he had when she was a baby.
She dissolved into tears immediately (as did we all) then suddenly stopped to say, "Thank you for not calling and telling me at camp." Stick a fork in me...I'm done...
Our fear was that she would be angry with us for not telling her as soon as it happened. Instead, her reaction was mature and just what we needed to hear.
1-4-3 my Diva. You are an incredible young lady and your heart will heal in its own time.
1-4-3 my Engineer. Your tender heart still melts mine after all of these years.
P.S. When we got home, you can imagine that it was rather overwhelmingly sad and there were periodic sobs coming from Diva's room. It was heart-wrenching to say the least.
I asked Engineer what he was going to do if a boy breaks her heart like that. He answered...well, this is a family friendly blog so I can't really say what he said exactly; but, I can assure you, if Engineer has his way, life would be very uncomfortable for the boy.