Letters to My Daughter, Oct. 2014

Letters to My Daughter, Oct. 2014

25 October 2014

My dear Jo,

One month away and you'll be nine. 

I am proud of what you've accomplished so far and eagerly watching to see what you'll become. 

You certainly have your own opinion and are starting to voice it in decisions that you make. You picked trumpet over flute and clarinet, because, "So many other students chose flute and clarinet. I want to pick something different."

When we went to middle school open houses (yep, I like to plan early!), you certainly know what you are looking for in those schools. Eagerly opening the folders, reading the brochures, marking your schools of choices and even ranking them. 

I asked you when you would like to have lunch and instead of giving  me an answer, you said, "Why am I always the one who get to pick? Why don't you pick this time? What do you really want to eat today?" I was quite taken aback, but then I smiled. I am glad that you are learning how to push back. 

Do know, that wherever you go, whatever you do, my love and prayers will always accompany you. 

Love you from the bottom of the ground to the galaxy and beyond.
Bunda

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The Dolls are Alive

The Dolls are Alive

10 October 2014

We took a short road trip to Adamston to see the Antiques Malls there. Oh, boy! I think I want to sell antiques when I retire. :)

From bottles to post cards, chairs to tea cups, knives to shoes...I was ecstatic! If Jo had a big interest in old cash registers and type writers, I had a big interest in all of them. Ha!

Well, I love tea cups and tea pots. But I also love vintage dolls. When I see an antique doll, it looks like it has a life of its own. That behind those glasses, they are actually slowly breathing and watching people who watch them. I find them fascinating (and my husband totally disagree with me).

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Life has gone on without you, but will never be the same

Life has gone on without you, but will never be the same

06 October 2014

The moment that you left me, my heart was split in two
One side was filled with memories, the other side died with you.

I often lay awake at night when the world is fast asleep,
and take a walk down memory lane with tears upon my cheek.

Remembering you is easy, I do it everyday;
But missing you is a heartache that never goes away.

I hold you tightly within my heart and there you will remain,
You see life has gone on without you,
but will never be the same. 

-sayinggoodbye.org

A pic of my mom when she was 8. I carry this in my wallet. 

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