and not a day goes by without me thinking of her.
So much has happened in my life since her passing.
So much that I wish she would have been here for...
and now, especially, the birth of my son.
(Gosh, that woman loved babies!
She would just be swooning over the newest family members! )
Yet, I can honestly say, I have felt her presence
during each one of those special occasions.
And not only on "special" days, but in EVERY day.
I think of her every time I straighten up a room or make certain foods.
I think of her every time I pray to St. Anthony when I've misplaced my keys.
I can feel her presence in the walls of the Lansing house.
I see her in my own mother, as she takes on the role of grandparent.
I can still hear her laugh.
I can hear the sound of her voice, sharing words of encouragement or comfort.
I can hear her singing as I hum lullabies to my sleeping son.
I can even see her face when I close my eyes,
that twinkle of her green eyes not lost in my memory.
I can only pray that she's watching from a comfortable seat above,
looking down on us as we continue to live our lives.
Lives that I hope still make her proud.
Grandma, I have those moments ALL the time.
Wishing you were here, but forever in my heart...
We love you!
~image via pinterest / photos by b~