Dear Debi,
The date is August 14, 2010, I thought you would like this memory and I'm writing to share this moment with you again as I'm sure that by now this tiny thing has passed beyond your recollection. Oh, it's not that I think you to be feeble minded, it's just that, well, we both know you have a tendency to forget.
The house was quiet this morning and I sat on a giant pile of blankets and pillows not not making a sound. It struck me with perfect clarity that this was one of those moments to remember. We've been having a heat wave with intolerable temperatures and so, I have moved everyone down to my craft room in the basement. Our reprieve from the heat is not due until Monday and we've been down here since sometime Thursday. During these hot days together, we have been spending time in the "living room" area playing games and watching movies and at night we move the furniture to create a giant bed for the kids to camp out on, hence the pillows and blankets where I sat. (You of course sleep on the couch since your back will not allow anything less. You remember, don't you, when you tried to be a tight rope walker on the gym set and hurt your back falling from the top bar, right? I'm only asking because as I may have mentioned earlier, things may at times slip from your memory. Not that it is a bad thing mind you, as long as it is the good that you remember. I mean retainers flying, back cracking, a slight loss of consciousness would be a good thing to forget. Oh dear, I've reminded you. Well, that can't be helped now can it?) Where was I? Oh yes! This morning I woke up first and saw for the first time in years, possibly since there was four, all of my children in one place, sleeping, with expressions of angels, my breath caught, and it was during this moment that I realized this heat wave, cursed as it is, could possibly be one of the last times they all camp out together. It is a bitter sweetness to have this insight. So, as the filtered glow of morning sun started drifting through the windows, lighting the angel's faces, I had to smile and be thankful for this moment given to me. It is not often that one thinks to remember in the moment of discovery.
There it is dear. A tender moment preserved, that can no longer be taken from you. Even though your kids may now be grown and moved away as you read this, this memory, this small glimpse of heaven, is yours and with you always. Cherish it, for this is what made your life beautiful.
Yours truly, Debi