Monday, August 26, 2013
WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED TODAY
A brand new outfit.
An early wake.
Butterflies. Nerves. Excitement and anticipation.
"Mom, will you do my hair just the way I like it?"
Brushing out long golden curls and tying them up in a big pink bow.
Photos. "First day of 2nd grade!" Smiles. Hugs. So many hugs.
Little feet. Little hands. Opening doors and running down hallways.
Meet the new teacher. Notice how Lucy is the most beautiful little girl in her class.
Watch as she hangs up her bag and races toward her friend.
Marvel at her blue eyes and corn silk hair. "How did I get a daughter this beautiful and amazing?"
Goodbyes. Tears from Peter and Zoë that their big sister is back in school.
Waiting at the bus stop. More photos. Questions. So many questions.
"How was it? Do you like your teacher? Do you get to sit by Nia' in class?"
Fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. Homework. Tickles and games with brother and sister.
Dinner prep. Squeals for daddy coming home.
A thankful prayer before we eat. Blonde, brunette, red-head at my table. Angelic.
Baths, pajamas, kisses and books.
Tucked in bed. "I love you, Mommy."
"I love you too, Lucy. I'm so proud of you. It's going to be a great school year."
WHAT HAPPENED TODAY INSTEAD
"Good morning, Mom." "Good morning, Peter."
Cuddles in bed. "I feel sick, mom"
Hold him close. He could be gone tomorrow, you never know, but he's right here now. And he wants to cuddle.
I think I hear Zoë June.
There she is. She reminds me so much of her sister lately.
Diaper change. Breakfast. Cut up that watermelon and strawberry very small so she doesn't choke, OK?
Lazy morning. Cartoons and toys.
Nap time for baby.
Workout. Shower. Play with Peter.
Zoë wakes. Phew. I'm so glad she woke up and I didn't find her dead in her crib.
Lunch. Those sausage pieces are too big. I need to cut them smaller so she doesn't choke.
Fresh Market to hand in the coloring page Peter worked on. Turn it in for a free cookie and a free apple.
Free apple? I don't know if I want a free apple from the grocery store. That's where I bought the apple that Lucy choked on and she should be starting school today. Got a Jazz apple anyway. It's still in my bag.
Squeals for daddy coming home from work.
Dinner. Brunette boy and red-headed girl at the table. An empty pink chair for Lucy.
Prayers of thanks for our health and safety and abundance.
"Lucy would have started 2nd grade today, honey. " A smile. A sadness in his eyes. "I know.... I know."
A deep breath. Baths. Pajamas. Story time. Tucking in.
Extra special kisses. Extra long cuddles. Extra long moment watching them sleep. Knowing an angel is watching them too. Watching all of us.
"I love you, Lucy."
Posted by Molly Bice-Jackson at 5:37 PM