Today is a little bittersweet for me. My baby turns 2 today; my mom would say that she already turned two because she was born at 12:24 in the morning. Today was her due date; I was also born on my due date, and I was born at 12:16pm – which my mom found to be ironic. Today, I miss my mom a little more than I usually do most days. It makes me sad that she’s not here to call my daughter, she’s not here to have cake with us this weekend. She’s not here to say things like “look at Grandma’s big girl!”. I wish more than anything that she could be here, or that she could at least somehow let me know that she’s here and that she’s with Emily today. But there’s been no sign from her and I don’t know if I’ll get one today.
Today, I hope that she is with my daughter. Today I hope that she can see her laugh and smile as she runs in the sunshine with her friends; I hope she can see her enjoy her birthday lunch of pizza and cupcakes. Today, I hope that she knows just how much she is missed and just how much I wish she was here to share in this day with us. I hope she knows how much it hurts to not have her here.
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