We're drinking up the last few days of summer and getting ready for Kindergarten and Preschool.
This is "Black Licorice" Max's best friend.
Lately Max has been teaching Black Licorice new tricks- like coloring with markers-
This is "Black Licorice" Max's best friend.
Lately Max has been teaching Black Licorice new tricks- like coloring with markers-
luckily black markers.
Grace got a fancy hairdo when we made our annual trip to Cookie Cutters.
She just got a trim on her hair, but she walked out with glitter, braids, and buns.
This girl could not be happier than when all dolled up.
Swimsuits and sidewalk chalk are a summer favorite for Max. . .
oh yeah and of course Super Hero Popsicles.
I don't know what it is this summer, but I've really been missing her:
It could be this time of year when cancer was diagnosed and life so quickly and dramatically changed.It could be my kids growing up and anticipating school days and Oh how I wish my mom was here to see them.
It could be that my very first memories of school was my mom taking me to Kindergarten on the first day of school.
It could be because a lady spoke in church Sunday that reminded me so much of my mom- how she loved her grandkids and they and we were her whole world.
It could be that my very first memories of school was my mom taking me to Kindergarten on the first day of school.
It could be because a lady spoke in church Sunday that reminded me so much of my mom- how she loved her grandkids and they and we were her whole world.
After that talk on Sunday I talked to my dad on the phone and he mentioned a window shopping trip in Jackson with Jos and her mom and I felt a twinge of jealousy and wishes that I could do the same thing with my mom.
I wonder, when am I going to stop missing her?
When does the loss get easier?
I can't wait for the day I get a big hug from her again and we talk all about our experiences and how it's funny they all connect together and that there is a plan even when the unexpected happens.
I know I will be forever grateful for what she can do on the side and it will be worth far more importance than anything left to do here- cause it was clear her work here was done.
I love her lots.
I miss her tons.
It's bittersweet losing someone.
There is hurt but there is also a lot of good memories and peace.
In the meantime, there are a handful of other people that miss her like I do and they are so good to me and my kids.
From a back to school shopping trip and stitched up Black Licorice overnighted in mail, to an unexpected package with a Rock Springs return address full of buttons with my mom's picture on them, and a few tears and memories shared over the phone with a dad that still loves her-
these are things that are sweet reminders and tender mercies the Lord places in my life everyday by loved ones who have felt this loss as I do too.
What more is there to say?
Families are forever and I'm grateful for a mom who already made it to heaven and the family I am blessed with here on earth to be a mom to.
Really, life is good.
Sometimes I just have to get it all out.
























