A look back...
Everytime I walk in your door, there is a part of me that expects you to still be there....smiling, laughing, happy to see Katie and Carter. We miss you terribly. I want you to know that the kids talk about you a lot...the special bear that you got Katie for her birthday has forever been named "mama deb bear," and the kids ask where you are...often. They take comfort that I can tell them that you are in heaven, taking care of their cousin, Lily, and their first doggy, Lucky. The memories are so real, so vivid, I want to reach up and grasp them so I can have more time with you. I know it sounds selfish. I know you're not in pain. I know you're resting. But I want you here. I want more time.
The kids had fun making their eggies "take baths" as Carter said. He was impatient this year, just like last, and didn't want to wait for them to turn colors. After the eggs were drying from their "baths," the kids went outside for an easter hunt and found lots of eggs with jelly beans, a few chocolates, and "monies" for their new piggy banks! Then...it was inside for the famous "where did papa jay hide the easter baskets" game. After a lot of "hot" and "cold" they finally found them inside the dryer. They both got new Star Wars books (their latest obsession) and lots of fun candy and little toys. By the time we left, we had two sugar crashing kids in desperate need of nap.
It was a bittersweet time, but I basked in the laughter and smiles of my children, and found peace knowing that we will see you again, our mama deb. Thank you Papa Jay for making such special memories with the kids.
The Egg Hunt...

2 comments:
I know this is a ridiculous thing to say considering who her parents are, but can you please tell Katie to stop being so tall? Or at least to stop growing so quickly??!
They are so lucky to have Papa Jay, and to have their memories of mama Deb.
I'm almost jealous. ;]
I know how much you miss Mama Deb and how much Papa Jay misses her and how much the kids miss her and how lucky I was to know her. Thank you for not being afraid to talk to your children about her. They are blessed. I am blessed. I love you.
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