We sat side by side and I smiled as I looked at her, she smiled back at me.
There are only a few pages that we colored on in this journal, but I will keep it forever and hopefully one day, we can sit side by side again, color and paint like we did, and get to know and love each other.
I have said that once in a great while, I take some of the crayons out of the box, hold them, and cry. I think about my niece’s cute little hands and how she held the crayons that I was crying over. These crayons are in a box within the over-sized box the rest of the case stuff is in. The kids know never to go in that box and they know never to touch these crayons. I show them and explain to them the contents of the box because they’re smart and they’re entitled to know.
Picture it in your mind. Me, sitting on the bed, mementos and paperwork spread all around my lovely California King size bed. I have so much to add and put together and seeing it all out is overwhelming. I get a rush of adrenaline and I begin to write. I’m able to find the words. I can explain, vent, ask, and love through those words.
When I look at things like these, special keepsakes, it make me push forward with force. I know I’ll never stop until right is made right. I’ll keep asking questions, I’ll keep explaining how I feel, and writing it out is the best way to do that. Once it’s told, another piece of the puzzle is put into place and I rest a little easier.
I cherish these small mementos with my complete heart and I feel blessed that these moments have been stamped in time … Moments that are stamped in time cannot be changed and are forever imprinted ….