Today was a huge Erica Day, in that I finally got to bring her back here to London from Chatham. It had been my hope for my life in London that I could have something more like joint custody and regular visits with Erica, like day trips and overnights.
We brought Erica back just in time to have some lunch and open up all the Christmas presents that had amassed from myself, Nicole and her family. And funnily, as sure as I am that Erica loved all the presents, her big thrill was being in London, seeing the new apartment that had a room just for her.
She created her own game of hide-and-seek, involving us hiding in her room and making Nicole find us, over and over again. Luckily, there was plenty more to distract her to punctuate the repetitiveness, like building a gingerbread house, and playing guitar.
I’ve never actually known her to display an interest in musical instruments before; though she’s always sung to music, I’ve never seen her make the correlation between playing an instrument and making music.
So she played each of our guitars in turn, and demanded that we sing with her. Finding a song that she knew the words to was a little difficult, but we actually struck a lucky break by singing Rihanna’s Umbrella.
And that was hands-down my favourite moment of the day… even later on, when she was asking for a sleepover, and telling me how much she wanted to stay… the littlest hearts break the easiest, I’m afraid. At least there will be other visits.