I’m missing those days with her, those days when her eyes sparkled as she climbed at the park and skipped all the way home. I’m missing those days with her when baking cookies, braiding hair and reading Curious George meant a perfect day, and tucking her in at night was the perfect evening. I’m missing those days with her, those days when I watched in wonder as her tiny, tough body measured up…
“Beatrice leaned into her daughters, powerless to halt another round of tears. She thought about all that had happened, all that she had done, the years of deception and betrayal and hurt. And as her daughters held her, their contact comforting and familiar, she thought of them, and of Emma and Morris, all the lives that she had changed. So many lives. And she cried as she thought about Agnes.” ~
I just got back from a quick road trip to Bend, Oregon; we try to have a family reunion there every year, but with growing families and adventurous kids, it’s hard to bring everyone together in one place at one time. I managed three days and nights of rivers, books, coffee and consignment stores-not to mention some great family time and outrageous sunsets!
Deschutes River, watching the swimmers.