Last Sunday we spent the day at Lake LBJ in Texas. My Fella’s aunt and uncle have a house there, and his parents, siblings, and their families all joined us there for a day of hanging out, visiting, and having fun.
The day was warm but not too hot. The water was just right, and wasn’t much over two feet for a good ways out. A beautiful day of merry memory-making. Laughter, story-telling, looking through old photographs, good food, and time together. Priceless.
At one point, Cooter came up and asked me if we would be eating supper there.
“Yes, buddy, we are.”
“Oh YAY!” he all but shouted, complete with fist pump. I laughed in surprise.
“Why are you so excited?” I had to ask.
“Because I can’t wait to see what we are having.” He looked very serious. “Grandmothers are very good cooks.”
Bless him. Yes, baby boy, they are. And yours was one of the best.
I’m so glad he knows and remembers.
I love that he saw his great Aunt and immediately saw a Grandmother. He was drawn to her and she doted on him too. A little while after he finished his supper, he came up and asked me if he could please have an ice cream sandwich. Behind him was his Great Aunt K, standing there with her hands and face begging with a smile to PLEASE let him have one.
And of course he could. Ice cream sandwiches and grandmothers–those are two of life’s great joys.
This Sunday is a day of remembering and honoring. Many folks will be feeling the pain of loss on this day. It will be my fourth one without my Daddy here with us, and just writing that blows my mind.
Instead of being sad though, I’m going to give thanks for the ones who step in when there’s a space. Who listen and show compassion and offer a smile, a hug, or an ice cream sandwich or strawberry frozen yogurt when there’s someone to love right there in front of them.
Folks like Great Aunt K, my Aunt, my knitting diva friend and her dapper Fella, my sisterfriend’s Grandma and so many others. They don’t try to fill the shoes of those who are no longer here, but they sure do fill the hearts of those who are.
And for that I give thanks.
For his wisdom and how my little guy sees the world, I am very thankful. I give thanks for those who love the ones who are theirs and also the ones who aren’t. Because, in the end, don’t we really all belong to each other?
And in the words of my Mama, “Happy Everyday!”
Love to all.
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Such beautiful sentiments. Thanks do much for sharing. We are all rather lucky despite the sad things that can happen.
Yes. We are very lucky to have the relationships and people in our lives who fill our hearts and are a balm to our souls. Despite it all, I am very thankful.