Goodnight, Themly.

Today was the anniversary of my Great Grandmother's birthday. It was a somber-ish day to say the least. It always hits me. Each year a little differently. Today my mom and I cried on the phone for a moment or two. Neither one said her name, yet we talked about her. This August will be 8 years without her. How I miss her. How I wish she could see these small children of mine. How I wish I could talk to her about raising boys. She raised her own two and then helped to raise three more. How I wish I could show her Micah's blue eyes like Grandpa's. ... oh so many things. I wish I could still sing for her. I can remember so many nights that I'd stay over and use her cane for a microphone and sing my heart's content out. I wish I could drink in her pink cups and eat Eskimo pies with her while watching Family Feud. I wish I could walk through her old house and touch the babies and dolls and see her roses in the yard. I just miss her. Oh Thelmy, I miss you.

But there is comfort in knowing where she is. There is joy in knowing who she's with. She is at the feet of our Maker, praising His name for all of eternity... and she has the joy of knowing two sweet angels that I long for.

Dear Lord, please if such a thing is possible, please tell my Thelmy that I love her so much, please tell Grandpa that I'm being a good little girl. That I am trying to raise these boys up to be doers of the Word and to be strong godly men to follow after You. Please continue to heal my heart and my mom's broken heart too. Thank you Jesus for all we do have. Thank you Lord for all you have given us. Amen.