Dreams

Brooklyn is very talkative in the morning. Of course I can't understand most of it, but as she talks I notice that she sounds like she is telling a story. It's not usually the same thing over and over again, the "words" are varied. What is she telling me? I wonder...

Does Grandma Linda sing her off to sleep, play the piano with Brooklyn on her lap, tell her stories, bake bread for her, or take her to the park and spin her on the merry-go-round? Does she prepare a big picnic and take Brooklyn and Sydney to the pool for the day?

Does Grandpa Jim take her on his shoulders and walk tall and proud through the streets with her? Pointing out all the stars in the sky, the beauty that is in the world. Does he take her to Great Grandpa Bob's house and go hiking behind the house, take her fishing or do they just rough house? I hope that they do.

Farewell

And in Christ, there is no end

So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have

To see you again

-MercyMe "Homesick"

Grandma,

Thank you for loving me, for holding my hand, for being patient when I was grieving, for celebrating with me the births of my children, for listening when I was lost, and for being my ground when I needed it, my cheering section when I was working for something, and my cookbook when I wanted to make cookies or just talk. Thank you for all that you are and all that you have passed to me. I hope you are at peace and that you are with Pops and all those who went on before you. I say not goodbye here, but I say "I'll see you someday" I know that those who God calls home before us are never far from us, I know that you are there looking over all of us and continuing to encourage us to carry on. -Ginny