"Let's see who this is from," I said to Rosie, as we reached the last birthday present in the pile on the blanket. By this point of the present opening, she was in full princess/fairy regalia that came from a previous gift we had already opened.
"Happy Birthday, Rosie! Love, Great Grandma and Great Grandpa in Heaven." My voice cracked. Gramp's passing was all to recent, and it didn't take much to hit that soft spot. I didn't even think Rosie had heard me because my voice had broken.
I guess she did, though, because, as solemn as could be, she pointed to the sky. To Heaven.
There wasn't a dry eye to be seen at the party.
I talk to my kids all day, every day, about everything. About the big rigs driving by, the ant hills at our feet, Great Grampa in Heaven, up in the clouds with God, looking down and smiling at us. I never know much of it actually sinks in. Apparently that one did.
My other teary eyed moment lately came from Buddy. I was carrying him, and started singing a few lines from "You are my Sunshine". All of a sudden, he wiggled around in my arms, obviously wanting to get down. I set him down, and he ran for the glider. He sat in it, and then patted the part of the seat next to him. I sat down, he crawled onto my lap, and started sucking his thumb.
Sure enough, he remembered me singing that to him, as a little baby, back when I used to swaddle him and rock him to sleep in that chair. I did it again for him, my heart overfilling with love. I was in disbelief that he remembered me rocking him to that particular song. We hadn't done that in...over a year? How do they remember?
Kids, you gotta stop it. I'm an emotional mess with these kind of things you're doing lately! On the other hand, don't. They're the moments that make me realize that every day I spend with you is, indeed, priceless.
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