What Should I be for Halloween?

The witch won. Eleanor would have nothing to do with face painting this year and barely let me put her in costume. Next year...

A Little Advice

While sneaking up to take this picture, I heard Becca say to Emma "and then we just sit like this."

ski day

new toy

We recently purchased a macbook. I love it. I could spend all my time with it. I only understand a teeny tiny bit of what it can do and I already love it. I can't wait for this new relationship to develop. The picture has nothing to do with the post, I just think she is so sweet - even when she is so sad.

Happy Valentine's Day

Sisters

Dear Nana

There is nothing I can say about you that is not easier to say to you, so a letter is the best format. I made cinnamon rolls yesterday. I have not made them in a long time. Becca and her little friend Ava helped me and we talked about you off and on the whole time. I told Becca funny stories and we talked about your house. I thought about you all day. Maybe you flooded me with memories to say goodbye? That night I was told that you are "dying." How strange it feels. It could be hours or days. I wish I could just sit by you and hold your hand. I am not sure what I would say - nothing I have not said to you before.I love you so much. I could say those words over and over and never feel I told you enough. I am so blessed to have known you. When I think of how many people share similar sentiments although they may express them in different words and feel them for very different reasons- I think of what a great loss this is to us all here on earth. And though I know you are at peace, ready to be with Pomp and reunited with all those you love, I am selfishly overwhelmed with sorrow. I am just going to miss you so much.
I am so glad my girls were able to meet you and eternally grateful that Becca was able to know you. She asked Alex this morning why I was sad and he told her it was because Grandnana was sick. She looked at me with her sweet little face and said " I know mom! we could make her soup or pasta. Then she will feel better."
I wish I could find the words to let you know exactly what you have meant to me, but everytime I try I am inarticulate at best. This last time I saw you I struggled to find words that I could utter without tears. I had just been missing you and I knew that this would likely be the last time we could chat, but I just sat there and talked about the mundane things in life. At least you were able to hold my babies.
I am counting on you to remember our better conversations. I will always think of sitting around your kitchen table, watching the hummingbirds, or Pomp mow the lawn, or the snowfall, the rain fall or the wind blow and just talking about everything and nothing. I will remember the smell of your roses, your kitchen, and you. I love, thank you, and like many others will miss you terribly.