Two weeks after the loss of my Mom, my husband and I along, with my Dad went to OKC for family
night at my daughter’s. My brother and his wife were there and my kids,
minus the youngest. We were sitting around the living room chatting with each
other. As I was talking to my sister-in-law I noticed a sudden silence
in the room. I turned to see what everyone was so quiet about, and
everyone was staring at me. As I looked from
face to face waiting for someone to tell me I was doing that merited the attention, my son tilted
his head with a quick jerk toward my daughter-in-law. I looked at her
and she shrugged her shoulders, held up an envelope and almost
apologetically said they had my birthday present/card. There was a hush
and then a very high pitched squeal that came from my toes and worked
its way up as I reached for the card... Think Darrell Hannah’s mermaid
squeal in "Splash". I knew, I knew, I knew there was
hope rising up from the ashes of grief. I opened the card laughing, squealing and crying all at once. My card held the most beautiful words ever
written...
I'm going to be a Lolli and my husband is going to be a Pops, making us none other than Lollipops!!! Of course that's our idea, I'll answer to any name such as "Hey You!". Just the idea of hearing the little pitter patter of tiny feet takes me to a happy happy place. It is well with my soul.
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