This was my thought process this morning.
Crap.
What am I going to wear today?
ugh. I have nothing to wear today.
Sweater.
I'll wear a sweater.
and pants
I should wear pants
Ok, so I'm wearing a red sweater and beige pants.
What color of shoes should I wear?
Black.
Hey, I'm wearing red and black
NM's colors were red and black.
Ball State was red and white, with a little black
Peru was Black and Gold.
Remember that time when Mom said she couldn't get used to me wearing black and gold?
It all leads back to her.
Things she said.
Things she did.
Shoes.
Colors.
Sounds.
Smells.
Last night, Keegan asked me if I remembered when Grandma died a long time ago and we went to see her and I touched her and he wanted to touch her so I let him touch her.
Yes. It's hard to forget.
"How old was I?" he asked. "Was I two or was I three?"
"You were three" I told him.
"How old was Suttie?"
"Suttie had just turned two"
"She died on Suttie's birthday???"
"No, not on his birthday. Two weeks after his birthday."
"and how old was Courty?" the next question.
"Courty wasn't born yet, remember? Grandma picked Courty out when she got to heaven"
I can't help but be a little sad about Grandma not knowing Courty here on earth.
Giggles.
Sometimes giggles lead back to her too.
The other night, when Courtlynn was sleeping next to me in my bed
because I fail at letting her cry it out and Grandma didn't like "cry it out" anyway
road back to her
I digress.
When she was sleeping next to me in my bed she started giggling in her sleep...
Road.
Eight lane, all express, paved with gold road right back to Grandma.
Because I know, that those giggles were Grandma getting her sugar.
