And Then There Were Three...

At our house a few days ago,

Three little girls had a delicious taco fiesta, played with Barbies and made pom-pom scarves for their American Girl dolls. 



 

 

Three little girls danced to Justin Beiber and decided that Nick Jonas is still cute and that they really want to be just like Taylor Switft.



 





Three little girls settled down around midnight, snuggled together on pink pillows in pjs that were warm and soft and watched Alice in Wonderland - because the Johnny Depp version qualified as a bit scary - and showed off how brave they could be.





Three little girls finally slept and at 3:00 a.m., while their mama for real and for the night, crept in and poked three of their fingers to check blood sugars.

And again at 6:00 a.m..

And one last time at 9:00 a.m.

And all through the night slept with one watchful eye and one listening ear in case anyone should need her.

Because yes, all three little girls had type 1 diabetes.



Three little girls knew not and continued to softly snore through the night and into the late morning hours, without a worry or a care of type 1 diabetes and with only dreams of a magically fun time.

 



And one mama was so delighted to be able to have provided a perfect night without any interference from type 1 diabetes, that she didn't mind her exhaustion the next day.

Three little girls are already planning their next sleepover adventure.

And one mama couldn't be happier!