Just got off the phone with my nanny. She is the sweetest, most thoughtful, selfless person. Next Sunday is my sister's drive-by baby shower that will ultimately turn into an outdoor gathering of family and friends that none of us have seen since Papa passed away. It's gonna be difficult and there will be crying and lots of long-needed hugs. Nanny knows that she will be an emotional wreck, of course, and doesn't want to take the attention away from my sister's special day by being there, crying. She's gonna let me know as the week goes on whether or not she wants me to pick her up on my way there.

My heart breaks for her every single day. Every single damn day.