As I begin to ponder my annual Christmas greeting epistle, I am in the midst of a project to digitize the family ‘home’ movies - all those VHS tapes chronicling the kids from birth until we got out of the habit of filming (likely during the awkward pre-teen years!). The films are precious beyond belief to me, to my kids and to their father, not just because they are the star attractions, but also because the videos allow us to see and hear my father and mother, and my ex-husband's mother - all of whom are no longer with us. These films also remind me of things I had forgotten.
I had forgotten:
- how sweet and loving my daughter Kate was, and is
- how engaging and charming my son Scott was, and is
- how funny and handsome my son Jamie was, and is
I had forgotten:
- the love that surrounded us all
- the creativity and wonderment that oozed from their every pore
- Jamie’s determination in figuring out how things worked, moved, came apart
- Scott’s exuberance, his joie de vivre, and
- that Kate’s imagination is innate and has always been magical
I had forgotten:
- how much I have missed the sound of my father’s voice
- how much I sound just like my sister
- how much I miss being able to pick my children up in my arms and make everything right in their world
But I have never forgotten that my life has and is blessed with love, joy and laughter.
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