It's her very first field day today...
It's quiet with Sarah napping this morning.
I spent some time with Marie this morning, watching video of her last summer. We were too busy loving on her to take many but I have a few good ones. I can't watch them often because they make my heart hurt.
We got an inch of rain this weekend.
It's finally going to hit 70 here today.
I have some bachelor button seed to put in the ground and I need to mow the lawn but it's too wet out for that just yet.
Sarah and I will walk cross town after lunch and watch Josie doing the field day activities. It's going to be a nice day for a walk I think.
I need to buy milk.
I'm having a harder time lately... grief is cyclical. I don't like Little Mama being gone this long. I've started having this horrible feeling that I've forgotten something every time I leave the house again. I haven't forgotten anything, it's just leaving without Marie that is getting to me.
Josie is all better, throat is good as new. She can hear us whisper now, praise God! It's so nice to have her back, it was sad when she couldn't hear very much because of the fluid in her ears. The tubes are working!
I'm going to bake these this week.
Eight months. Eight months of kisses and cuddles from Sarah, eight months of watching her grown and do new things. Eight months of getting to know her.
Eight months. Without holding my Marie to sleep at night. Eight months of not painting her finger and toenails. Eight months without any smiles from her. Eight months of an empty space. Eight months of not feeling like myself. Eight months without our Number Two bossing everybody around. Eight months... since she's been healed and free from a body that she couldn't control. Thank you God... but I miss her.