This time of the year always makes me a little bit of a memory-aholic. Two years ago we lost an incredible lady that helped raise me and was my Mom's best friend and who really just inspired all of us to be fun, adventurous, healthy fun loving people. Max will never get to meet one of the most amazing women I had the privilege of knowing and calling my family. Sometimes when I look down at her I wonder what Jane would have thought about her and how many adventures we could have had together. Sometimes it still amazes me that we have gone two years without her energy and laughter around. But what also amazes me is how much living we have done in those two years and it is that living that I hope she sees when she looks down on us. I like to imagine that Jane would see my amazing little girl as her own "grand baby" and love her and play with her and teach her how to squat properly just like she did with all of us. Some of the best times in my life (and soggiest camping trips) were with the Wamsers and these are moments that I will one day be able to share with Max. Besides the memories, Max will be lucky to have the love of the rest of the Wamsers, starting with an extra special aunt who I know adores her. I know that her Auntie Kath will make sure she knows how to tie up her babysitters, swim across a pond, paddle a kayak (while it is tied to a dock), wear the coolest sunglasses and have a serious love for adventure. Even though Max will never get to meet the original she will have as close to her as I can provide. I miss Jane every day and I think of her so much but knowing that she is smiling down (and hopefully laughing) at us really does warm me up just a little. Even if that sounds full of cheese and completely ridiculous.
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