Bessi

It's nearly the end of spring break. Zoe and Owen are at home with Bessi, our regular babysitter. She is amazing. My kids love her because she lets them be kids.

Even though Owen cries "No Bessi, No Bessi!" when he sees her, he is usually laughing before I leave. This is a sign that Owen is growing up. He used to cry and carry on when we left. Now, he gives me a kiss good bye and continues with his trains or other toys.

Bessi has had seven of her own children. She is a bit older than I am, but she is already a grandmother. I admire and appreciate all she does for us.