'If you must look back,do so forgivingly. If you must look forward, do so prayerfully. However, the wisest thing you can do is be present in the present... gratefully.' -Maya Angelou
Remember when we (finally) began shoe-tying lessons, Ry. Probably a little late at 7.5, but suddenly realizing you haven't worn shoes that tie. Remember that makeshift sandbox, Ella, the one you joyfully dug away at in all kinds of weather. Remember that rock you painted, Ry, in your last week of school; now the little ladybug sits with our tomato plants (that may really grow tomatoes).Remember the swings you boys set-up with your dad, and the long night you spent on them immediately after; hours of swinging in the setting sun. Remember your fort and the walks you boys enjoyed, just to find treasures to add to it's exterior. Remember that garden we all planted together, our first year taking on this project, with hopes that something grows. Remember the flower you picked Ry, and the little bud that blossomed after a day in water- you were amazed by it.Remember your love for horses, cows and the barn, Ella, and of course, your pink unicorn.Remember that little bit of spilled milk, Covey, where you found a heart. You always find hearts in random places.Remember your first dance performance, Ry, when you worked so hard performing as a newsie.
Remember your love for making art, all three of you.