Well, sweet Daniel is here. We are so happy.
He is so adorable, as always with Oliver.
Here is a pretty funny video of them attempting a concert together.
Here is attempt #2:
As you can see, he fit nicely into the small space, and was right upon the treasure. Problem was that he could not bend down to pick it up.
Very frustrating, as you can see:
And therefore, he gave up.
Such a quitter....
We were so proud. :)
here it is: his new "real" pool. He loved it! He was in and out of it three times today.
It is none of those things. My leg hurts SO bad. And---well, look at it. It is pretty traumatic. While I am hopeful that this will all be worth it in the end...right now, i am not happy. I'll keep you posted.
I've come a long way with this whole grief thing.
I am able to celebrate her today.
I am filled with gratitude that I knew her....that she gave me anything and everything. Now that I have sweet Oliver, I have a much deeper understanding of her love...which only makes me miss her more. I wish that I could sit here right now and talk to her about motherhood and how it has reinvented me.....and us.
I remember when she was dying in front of us all and my dear aunt Elizabeth told me that I will wish for these moments back. She said that....as bad as Mom's death was getting...I would get to the place where I would want those moments...any moment...just to have her alive. I thought she was crazy. I could not imagine, at that time...in her anguish that I would ever want that.
I was wrong.
I really would take any moment with her again. I miss her to my core. I am sure I always will.
So, on Mother's day: I honor my Mom.
I honor all that you did for us. I am sorry for never wanting to finish my plate and for being a stubborn little pill. I love you for being so solid and wise and FUNNY. I love you for waking up at all hours to take my phone call and listen to my every babbling word as if you were not exhausted. I always felt that I was her most important thing.
I want to share with my friends the last time I "saw" my Mom. As she was dying, she "left" days/weeks before she died. Sweet Bryce and I began to stay up with her at night to monitor her and because she did not want to be alone. I remember one night in particular when she kept having Bryce and I get her up, lay her down, take her to a chiar, get her up, lay her down, take her to the bathroom, etc...etc...etc....
I was frustrated. We had just sat her down AGAIN and I was crying on her bed beside where she was sitting. We had not "seen" "her" in days. I felt her hand rubbing my head. I looked up and SHE was THERE. She just said to me, with her voice,
"I am so sorry, Sweetheart."
That was the last thing that she said to me.
She truly hated for us to see her like that. For a while that version of Mom was all I remembered. I am so thankful that my memories of her have returned fully and that she is with me again.
We miss you, Mom--but we carry you with us---every single day.
In doing this, we established one of the beloved differences between men and women: we girls can shop and shop and shop, but Oliver----not so much:
Then it was time for more outside SUNSHINE:
We had a pool party with Oliver and Mary in Crit's back yard. It was AMAZING....
Mary thought that the pool was too small for them both. Therefore, she found things to do to pass the time i.e.: pouring water down Oliver's swimmy-diaper: