After my father-in-law passed, I was so thankful for my daughters presence. And again during these next few days of bearing weepy eyes and holding broken hearts close to ours, I am thankful. Thankful for her every loving innocent breath. She is a reminder of the beauty and love that God has promised us after our time on earth is over. She has taught me what beauty truly is.
We had a sunny, warmer than average day in March last Saturday. Marshal was trimming back (well, chopping down) a weed bush, so I brought Molly out to run around. She was so happy to be outside, she kept yelling, "I play outside! I play outside!"
I love how happy she was to be outside, even if it was a bit cold and the grass was mostly mud. When I imagine her running through the yard with a sibling, my heart seriously is about to overload.
This picture makes me laugh so hard.
Now, imagine her with her bag of goldfish slowly bobbing her head back and forth to the music. I love those sunglasses on her. I love how she loves her sunglasses. It hasn't been very sunny out, but everytime before we go anywhere we have to bring the sunglasses and her red purse. When I look through the rearview mirror, I can imagine another little carseat tucked next to hers. TWO car seats! TWO babies!