I’ve been thinking a lot recently, because like you I’ve had a lot of time to think, about my children and grandchildren. How much I so very much miss them. They’re on the East coast. We’re in New Mexico. In a minute, I’d get in my car, with Joy and Abby (our baby dog) and drive there. By now in a normal year I, or we, would have been there a couple of times already. And we have flights booked (months ago) for August. So there’s hope. But this time we haven’t been together, that’s time lost. Oh sure we have FaceTime, and that’s been fun. Not like being together to see every reaction, every laugh, every cry, every idea expressed about life as a 44 year old, or a 39 year old, or a 16 year old, or a 14 year old or a 5 year old or a 3 year old. Every moment is precious because it’s gone in an instant. Relegated to memory, which is fine. But missing so many of those moments….. my memory is deprived!
The photo is of the 14 year old, Cate, when she was 3 or so. 11 years have passed, and now she’s no longer a child, but a young woman. Beautiful inside and out. Her older brother Shane adores her, protects her. That should tell you all you need to know about Shane. I think they look up to me. But secretly, I don’t think they know I look up to them. Not just for their youth, but for their essence. What they’re about.
Maeve and Declan, 5 and 3, well they’re just adorable. Maeve is so bright, like a shining star. Declan is full of wonderful energy. They’re going to be incredible people, all of them either are or will be.
I couldn’t love my kids and grandkids any more than I do, because it’s more all the time.
They’re my miracles. They’re my angels.