Dear Chance,
As you sit here and buff Satin's nails (And she LETS you), I smile thinking about this letter and how bad I've slacked lately. I cant believe it's been since December two years ago that I sat down and wrote you a note. I actually sit here thinking about a lot of stuff I've slacked in lately. Today, it seems as though I'm slacking even more because I was in a bad mood, and I yelled at you. I turned and saw your little face and I knew I'd hurt your feelings, because you were just trying to show me a picture you drew of the two of us. And my heart broke. I immediately started crying and apologized profusely, and the picture of you and I, sets beside me daily. You're five now, and you grow every day and I can't stand it.
Your favorite movies of the moment are The LEGO Movie, and Into the Storm. Yes, my little tornado chaser, you make me proud. Your favorite shows are anything on Disney Junior, including but not limited to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Sofia the First and Jake and the Neverland Pirates, and yes, you're still big on Dora the Explorer. Every day, you sweep the floors now, and your favorite toy is still your rocking horse, though you have this teddy bear that you drag around everywhere and call it your sister Amy. Not to be mistakenly pronounced normally, it's Am-ee, and not A-mee. You LOVE to mimic commercials and so much so that one night in your sleep, you popped off with "Now who's your Burger Daddy?" from a Red Robins commercial. Your other favorite commercial is the "Jake from State Farm" commercial in which you will reenact the entire thing, and an AT&T commercial with two guys in a van pulled over. The driver is talking to the cop when the passenger asks the cop if he ever puts pepper spray on his burrito.
I retract my original statement from earlier. Your favorite toy is a toss up between your rocking horse that Uncle Eddie built for you, and a small Ukulele that I got for you randomly one pay day when we were in Walgreens. It's got Minnie Mouse on it, and it goes everywhere with you. You also like movies Frozen and Maleficent, and you don't know it yet, but your Aunt Brenda and Uncle Eddie got you a humongous Olaf and a copy of Frozen, for Christmas. I can't believe you're five. I know I keep saying that, but it hardly seems possible that it was five years ago Nov eleventh that I brought you home from the hospital. Still nineteen days before your due date. You were so little. Now you've grown so much. And you're too stinkin cute to boot.
Joe is here now. Your grandma Judi told me a couple of months ago that he loved me, and that he would always be mine, and to bring him home. So your daddy and you both, worked really hard, got the barn ready, and we brought him home a few weeks ago. I work across the street with the horses and you love every minute of it, even getting in there and helping out with the taking care of the horses. You can't wait to ride, and your favorite thing over there, outside of the horses that is, is Grandma Judi's bathtub. It's a huge garden tub and you can practically swim in it. And you do. WITH supervision, of course. ;)
Well anyway, Bug, I need to get going and get ready to go to Aunt Brenda and Uncle Eddie's house, your daddy is going to be home soon so we can go hang out, probably for the evening, like normal. I'm going to do my best to get back on writing you a lot more often. I think it's important that I keep this going better, so that you'll have something to read, later on in life. I love you baby. You're still my whole world.
Love always,
Mommy
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
Wow have I been slacking!
So there is a major reason for the post today, and one that I don't want to ever forget, but I will admit, I have SERIOUSLY been slacking, and I'm sorry. I've had so much going on, with her, and with my own books being published, and my cousin's here, my mom popped in for a surprise visit, been helping my neighbor/second mom with her horses on a pretty regular basis, and keeping up with my house. It gets tiresome, to say the least. LoL!
However, that being said, I had to put down a couple of things that have been happening lately, that I want to remember and to be able to tell her later on down the road. The first, a few months ago, she got a packet of Curious George cards and envelopes set for Christmas I think... Anyway, she decided she wanted to write letters to her Grahmma and Grahmpa for throwing her a b'day party at their place, some 700 miles away. The first card was for Grahmpa and while she was writing it out, she picked out the other one that she wanted for Grahmma. She picked out one with a rainbow. And she said "This one is Grahmma's. She loves rainbows." I sit there for a moment, and I say "How do you know Grahmma loves rainbows?" Now understand, there is a lot of truth to that statement. Not one that she understands or has ever heard, most people haven't, but there's a reason why.
On the day she was born, her Grahmma's b'day, it had been storming and raining all day. Well it finally broke for a while, and Grahmma, was going to meet Grahmpa at a restaurant for her b'day. She was in the golf cart, and had come to a stop light, waiting to turn. When she looked up in the sky, above the stop light, she saw this rainbow. And it was bright and almost as if it had been meant just for her. She glanced at her watch, worried she was going to be late to meet Grahmpa, and for whatever reason, the time, stuck with her. I call her after she's born, and she tells me about the rainbow. It showed up in the sky, at the exact moment Chance was born. The importance of this is the fact that she was born so early, and there was so much question of whether or not she would make it. She was only 30 weeks. Her lungs weren't fully developed, she weighed 2 lbs and 5 oz, there were a lot of things stacked against her. Her Grahmma said, "Honey, she's going to be alright."
A couple of weeks ago, we're out with the neighbor and her dad. He is older, has emphysema I believe, and has a nasal cannula for oxygen that goes with him everywhere. We're in the van, and Chance says "Mommy, I remember having one of those." I scratch my head, and I say "Baby...what?" She did have one of those when she was first born to help her breathe. And she goes "Yeah, remember, when I was a baby. Jesus came to me and told me that I needed that to help me breathe so I could talk when I was older." I once again sat there, mouth hung open, and couldn't really respond.
Today, I was watching Dr. Phil. And I LOVE Dr. Phil. I watch it daily, so does her Grahmma. Well today it's on, and just out of the blue, she goes "Mommy, he looks like God. Only a little different." I say "Baby who? That guy?" She says "No mommy. Dr. Phil." I sit there once again, mouth open. "God? Like God, God. God?" She looks at me as if to say 'Duh' and goes, "Yeah! God! I met him when I was a baby!" - My little girl, is special. She is meant to go places. She is meant to be here. She's my angel.
However, that being said, I had to put down a couple of things that have been happening lately, that I want to remember and to be able to tell her later on down the road. The first, a few months ago, she got a packet of Curious George cards and envelopes set for Christmas I think... Anyway, she decided she wanted to write letters to her Grahmma and Grahmpa for throwing her a b'day party at their place, some 700 miles away. The first card was for Grahmpa and while she was writing it out, she picked out the other one that she wanted for Grahmma. She picked out one with a rainbow. And she said "This one is Grahmma's. She loves rainbows." I sit there for a moment, and I say "How do you know Grahmma loves rainbows?" Now understand, there is a lot of truth to that statement. Not one that she understands or has ever heard, most people haven't, but there's a reason why.
On the day she was born, her Grahmma's b'day, it had been storming and raining all day. Well it finally broke for a while, and Grahmma, was going to meet Grahmpa at a restaurant for her b'day. She was in the golf cart, and had come to a stop light, waiting to turn. When she looked up in the sky, above the stop light, she saw this rainbow. And it was bright and almost as if it had been meant just for her. She glanced at her watch, worried she was going to be late to meet Grahmpa, and for whatever reason, the time, stuck with her. I call her after she's born, and she tells me about the rainbow. It showed up in the sky, at the exact moment Chance was born. The importance of this is the fact that she was born so early, and there was so much question of whether or not she would make it. She was only 30 weeks. Her lungs weren't fully developed, she weighed 2 lbs and 5 oz, there were a lot of things stacked against her. Her Grahmma said, "Honey, she's going to be alright."
A couple of weeks ago, we're out with the neighbor and her dad. He is older, has emphysema I believe, and has a nasal cannula for oxygen that goes with him everywhere. We're in the van, and Chance says "Mommy, I remember having one of those." I scratch my head, and I say "Baby...what?" She did have one of those when she was first born to help her breathe. And she goes "Yeah, remember, when I was a baby. Jesus came to me and told me that I needed that to help me breathe so I could talk when I was older." I once again sat there, mouth hung open, and couldn't really respond.
Today, I was watching Dr. Phil. And I LOVE Dr. Phil. I watch it daily, so does her Grahmma. Well today it's on, and just out of the blue, she goes "Mommy, he looks like God. Only a little different." I say "Baby who? That guy?" She says "No mommy. Dr. Phil." I sit there once again, mouth open. "God? Like God, God. God?" She looks at me as if to say 'Duh' and goes, "Yeah! God! I met him when I was a baby!" - My little girl, is special. She is meant to go places. She is meant to be here. She's my angel.
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