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“Do you need me to do anything else, sweetheart?” she asked.
“No. I think she’s ready to go to bed, and so am I.”
“Me too,” her mom said. “I think I’m going to brush my teeth and fall into bed, even though I should probably take a shower.”
Misha knew how she felt, but she didn’t have the energy right then. “How do you feel about church?”
“I’d like to go,” she said. “But we can see how things are in the morning.”
Misha nodded, then got up to take Ciara from her. When her mom got to her feet, she wrapped an arm around Misha’s waist and leaned against her.
“I think it’s going to be good here.” It was a statement of hope as much as it was one of confidence.
“I think so too.”
Ciara ended up having a decent night, all things considered. She woke up once and fussed a bit, but Misha managed to get her settled back down fairly quickly.
Misha was awake before the baby the next morning, so she took a quick shower. Ciara was fussing as Misha walked out of the bathroom in her robe, but her mom was already there to lift her out of the playpen.
“So do you want to go to church, Mom?” Misha asked.
“Do you?” she asked.
Misha wasn’t sure she did, just because it was a new place, and she was still feeling a bit worn out by the past couple of weeks. However, she knew attending church was important overall, but perhaps it was also important to get acquainted with a part of the community she’d be serving.
“You know it’s probably not going to be like our church in Atlanta,” Misha said, referencing the enthusiastic worship style of that church.
“I know, but I don’t need that in order to worship. God is here, just like He was there.”
Misha nodded, then said, “I guess I’d better get ready then.”
“Do you need me to watch Ciara before I take my shower?”
She needed her morning bottle, and Misha would get her some breakfast when they went downstairs.
“I’ll be fine.” Misha moved the bouncy seat into the large bathroom, then her mom put Ciara in it. “Though could you find her an outfit to wear?”
“Yep.” While her mom headed for the suitcases, Misha pulled out her makeup.
She took the time to apply moisturizer to her face and body. As she worked, she chatted with Ciara, doing what she could to entertain the little girl while she got ready for the day.
“How’s this?” her mom asked from the doorway of the bathroom.
Misha looked at the little lavender colored dress with matching leggings and nodded. “I think that’s perfect. Are her shoes in that bag too?”
“Yep, and the socks. I’ll dress her right before we go.”
That was always the best plan, since Ciara seemed to end up covered in whatever food she ate.
Misha didn’t wear a lot of makeup, so that didn’t take too long. It was her hair that demanded most of her attention. Part of her just wanted to scrape it back into a ponytail. But in the end, she removed the silk wrap she’d put on her hair the previous night, then applied product to her curls to refresh their definition.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” her mom said. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
Once Misha finished in the bathroom, she moved Ciara, then went through her suitcase, looking for something to wear that wasn’t too wrinkled. They probably had an iron she could have borrowed, but honestly, she didn’t feel much like ironing that morning.
Finally, she found a pair of black slacks that she paired with a loose, silky, light green blouse. Misha hoped that it would be suitable for that morning, since she’d worn the outfit to their church in Atlanta. She didn’t want to stand out for the wrong reasons.
Picking Ciara up, she grabbed the bag where she’d put the things she needed to feed her. The little girl didn’t really require anything special, but it was more just making sure she had what she needed and didn’t have to keep bugging her hosts.
