Twinsies.
We spent the day with Mommal, to get her nails done, to lunch, to the lake, and to Poppal's grave. We take a rock to him every time we go. It was one of his favorite places. And all the rocks from before are still there. Even the one with googly eyes.
She shadow danced at the nail place.
She ran with arms out like wings.
She drew hearts in the sand.
She claimed that the water was going to wash all the winter away.
And I believed her.
Love this post. I love that you are making memories with Mommal that Ivy can keep with her forever.
ReplyDeleteI love your pictorial stories.
ReplyDeletei am pretty sure that's exactly what the water will do.
ReplyDeleteCan you send the water here? ;-) Lovely.
ReplyDeleteloverly!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words . . .
ReplyDeleteAunt Diane
oh, your mom's comment made me want to cry.
ReplyDeleteI love how you join her right there in the magic of it all. Thank God for 3 year olds, yes?
Gorgeous, Steph.
I believe her, too.
ReplyDelete{Love the rock tradition. And the dancing in the middle.}
Lovely.
beautiful.
ReplyDeleteyou. this. yeah. I love all your things.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Steph. Ivy's words reminded me of the NEEDTOBREATHE song washed by the water.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOjpkqrCEOU&ob=av2e
Oh wow ... I just happened to find your space here in the blogosphere and love it! I just love the way you used the pictures to tell a story --- beautiful! I believe her, too!
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteThose littles sure know how to live life. I wonder when/why/how we forget that. What a blessing that we have them to reteach us.
ReplyDeleteLovely. I love that Ivy gets to spend so much time with Mommal. I love that you take her to the beach in the winter. I love that you share her little words.
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