These past few nights, I find myself wanting to freeze-frame each moment. I don't want to forget the pictures in my mind, the memories in my heart. And so....I write...
Kai 5 yrs old ~~ She comes with her pink otter, her doll, and a pink bag with treasures.The first thing she does ....she pulls out her pens and markers. She sits at our table, and writes me notes, on pink, heart shaped paper. She cuts more heart shapes with her pink scissors. She writes squiggly lines that fill the page. Then she reads to me, "Gigi, you are the best Gigi in the whole wide world. I love you more than there is sand in the car :-), more than there is hair on Chester, more than there are stars in the sky.....and on and on." She puts heart sticky notes all over Maxine, and reads me each one. We read the 6 library books we just picked at the library ~~ straight through in one sitting ~~. Still sitting at the table, together we work through 8 whole pages of a kindergarten workbook (with a puppy on the front) and she deee-lights to show me all she is learning at school. Sight words. Sounds. I teach her how to make a 5, with a straight line, a big tummy, and a hat on top. (she is VERY SMART!). Time for dinner, she colors and draws and reads to Chester while I cook. She chooses to eat outside at the picnic table. She helps Papa carry silverware and cups and napkins...and sets the table. We eat and talk. After dinner she and Papa look at books. Then....we take a walk and she gets to decide where...we walk all the way to the very end of the park...a long ways. Sometimes we hold hands. We talk about birds and trees and notice pine cones and feathers. There is a wedding reception at the gardens, music playing. We dance and boogie and twirl and she giggles at Papa's silly moves. It is getting dark, so we head back to Maxine. Kai puts on her pink pj's, and dresses Charlotte (her American Girl doll) in matching jammies. I braid Kai's hair. And Charlotte's. A fancy french braid. With a pink bow. Campfire. Smores. She likes Papa to cook her marshmallow. After campfire, it is snuggle time/movie time in Papa 'n Gigi's bed. We giggle that Papa falls asleep. She says her daddy does too on movie nights. After the movie...I tuck her into her bed with her best buddy Chester. Prayers. Snuggles. Kisses. Sleep. And I check on her over and over throughout the night. Just to watch.
Kai and Jack, you are fearfully and wonderfully made. Unique. Special. Amazing. So different, yet so much the same... kind, tenderhearted, loving life, funtobewith. Thank you for having sleepovers with your Papa and Gigi. We love love love you. More than there is sand in the car, more than there is hair on Chester.
PS Derek and Abby, you are wonderful kids and wonderful parents.Thank you for letting us be Papa and Gigi. We are blessed.