19

papa, who picks my nose

20

papa, whose hands are bigger than my tummy

21

papa, who reads to me

22

papa, whom i love

the pp is away

and so, the 22 nights start.. 

will it be 22 nights of self-pity, despair and fear, or will it be 22 nights of hoping in God, trusting Him to provide all i need, and a heart fonder?

God-willing, it is the latter, and not the earlier, much as the temptation is strong. 

while the burdens to bear are greater with the little boy around, it also means i have a companion and an excellent reminder of PP :) 

22 days of "hopeful recollection" (coined by PP) start here :)