this girl of ours turned five last month.
i remember you, eleanor. your hidden form on the ultrasound screen when she said,
“it’s a girl.”
i cried and laughed at the same time.
i remember sitting on a couch in ferndale and talking with rebecca, trying to decide your name. should you be nora after my grandmother or helen after josh’s grandmother? all while watching sense and sensibility.
and you’ve solved many problems.
your sweetness and beauty like a gift every time for every eye. and you’ve caused many problems. your stubbornness that proves down syndrome isn’t the only thing that demands its way or the highway.
you love god.
you write songs.
you are quick to forgive.
i tuck you in and say happy birthday, child.
i feel the great gift of you.
gratitude list ~ one thousand gifts ~ 1862 – 1889
helicopters & marshmallows
traveling with three small children
boxed whipping cream
dreams of warning
high holy days
caring for the broken hearted
praying on a made bed
plants vs zombies
the next pope
attention megabus passengers