we still have a few books signed to lillie and grae-rose from my sister lin in her mad cool handwriting.
they are like rolexes to us, gaining in value over time.
esmé carries them around some days and i catch her whispering to herself i'm being careful with you. i guess i've warned her enough-many times, yes?
yesterday, she had a little friend in the car with us. together, they were reading one of lin's books. {no matter their titles or authors, the ones in which she's written will forever be lin's books. sorry, kevin henkes. i know you'd understand, mo.}
be very careful with this, esmé told her friend. these are my aunt lin's words and we have to save them because she's an angel now.
because that's what one does with an angel's handwriting, i imagine.
and then esmé hisspered, she died of cancah. nevah get that, ok? it is not a happy thing. it makes you dead. remembah that, ok?
my girl. handing out nightmares like candy.
this pic just broke me into a million this morning. i always wonder what my dad would think of my girlies three...oh, hey! weekend's almost here! i am going to kiss it as soon as it walks in. for sure. xoxo.
they are like rolexes to us, gaining in value over time.
esmé carries them around some days and i catch her whispering to herself i'm being careful with you. i guess i've warned her enough-many times, yes?
yesterday, she had a little friend in the car with us. together, they were reading one of lin's books. {no matter their titles or authors, the ones in which she's written will forever be lin's books. sorry, kevin henkes. i know you'd understand, mo.}
be very careful with this, esmé told her friend. these are my aunt lin's words and we have to save them because she's an angel now.
because that's what one does with an angel's handwriting, i imagine.
and then esmé hisspered, she died of cancah. nevah get that, ok? it is not a happy thing. it makes you dead. remembah that, ok?
my girl. handing out nightmares like candy.
this pic just broke me into a million this morning. i always wonder what my dad would think of my girlies three...oh, hey! weekend's almost here! i am going to kiss it as soon as it walks in. for sure. xoxo.
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oh my, that just sucks the air right out of me. hugs for all of you.
I read your blog all the time. I feel like I need to comment every now and then, just to tell you how much I love your writing. I'm sure you hear this all the time, but it can't get old, right? It's wonderful. Honest. Funny. Sad. Awesome.
Love the words of the wise. And the picture, oh that picture, just for fun and to create a mini memory I am pretending those are my great gramma's hands holding those of my sweet Ave, they will meet someday, but she would love her now.
he'd adore them no doubt. so sweet. my mom died of "cancah" when i was 12, and i have a big box of recipes in her handwriting that are more precious to me than any other item i own.
The way you've taught your girls about angels is so perfect. Turned something so awful into something poetic.
And ps Margaux's comment made me swallow a sob, too, for other reasons.
I love this. In this day and age of technology and texting, what you've written make me want to WRITE more to my kids. I don't think my handwriting is great, but my mother's is something special. Maybe my kids will think the same of mine someday.
crying, so beautiful
your girls, like your words, are magic =)
I love this. I am the oldest of 3 girlies, now we're 21, 19, and 17. I haven't commented before but had to say I love reading your blog, it reminds me so much of us. My sisters are still my best friends, the greatest gift my parents could have given me. Knowing that they will always have each other can maybe ease your nightmare a little bit. Also never met my mom's dad, and always am sad when I think about how we never knew one of the most important people in her life. Your posts are so touching.
Carla said it perfectly. You are all tooo much (goodness that is).
Btw, this morning I saw this:
http://www.bhldn.com/product/for-esme-dress
and of course you were the only person i thought of.
enjoy that weekend, i can't wait to wrap my arms around it and give it a big ole squeeze. i wish i never had to let them go!
gulp.
I was at a breaking point, and this broke me. a good wash of tears is just what my heart needed....that sweet esme, oh how I know you cherish every moment of her perfection.
you're surrounded by more angels than others might first suspect, karey. i don't know how you sprinkle the magic you do, but you're raising the best type of people: dreamers with big hearts. teach me someday?
out of the mouths of babes..."nevah get that, ok." I wish life was as simple as a child's thoughts... it should be.
xxoo
Oh, How Sweet...love that photo!
Daisy~
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