So, this post is “sort of” about Mother’s Day. Just sort of.
Last Sunday, I mentioned taking the kids to visit Grandma’s grave. It was a really sweet time. Belle always gets a tiny bit emotional. She is the only one who has real memories of her Memaw. She always asks lots of questions about Heaven when we visit the cemetery.
Sunday was no exception. Sweet Belle got a little teary when she saw Memaw’s picture. That always tears my heart out. The other kids sort of took their cues from Belle. They were unusually quiet. Respectful. Introspective. Even Jeb. You could just tell their little minds were turning, trying to figure out the stuff of life and death and Heaven.
I suggested that we take a picture of them behind Memaw’s grave. Sounds morbid, I know, but it’s just something I do. I snapped a few shots, and we left.
The kids were so quiet in the backseat on the way home, and I couldn’t help but think how amazing they were to be so young and yet so reverent and aware of our loss.
And THEN, going through the pictures later that night, I found this….
All that stuff I said before….