I wish she got to meet the kids. She'd have loved the kids. Everytime they do something new and cool I wish I could share it with her. Elliott shaving and his saxophone lessons, Audrey learning how to dive and finally leaping from the 3m tower and Henry making the coolest cathedral for his social studies project. She'd have loved that stuff. I often wonder if they'd be any different with her in their lives.
So my thinking is that this is a little like having a song stuck in your head. If you sing it out loud it goes away. Maybe if I blog about my mum today, I can go a little while without her running through my mind. It's distracting to have a 5' tall, huge breasted, salt & pepper afroed woman pop into my head while I'm driving. You try parallel parking with that kind of crazy going on in your melon.