Sunday, February 17, 2013
As I look around my house, I see you, Vanessa. You are in my closet. As I try to pick something to wear in the morning, I see the gray TOMS that you convinced me to buy, or the shirts that you bought me for birthdays and Christmas. I see the chevron scarf that you liked. There is the orchid colored dress you insisted I buy or the orangey red shirt that was "so me." There is the brown and cream dress that I wore to your wedding. I see you in my hallway. Your wedding pictures are there. I see the love that you and Doug had. I see you in my boys' room. The picture book that you wrote about Lucky is on the bookshelf. We read it over and over and hoped for a sequel. I see the blue converse that you gave Ryan for his birthday. He wanted you to know how much he loves them. I see you in my sewing room. The plaid fabric from your jacket is here. Your muslin for it is in my scraps bin with pieces from the girls' quilts. I see you in my living room as I look around and remember the meals we shared or the rounds of Scattergories we played. But mostly you are in my heart where all these memories live. I am so thankful for each one and for all the fun we had together. Thank you for that.