Remember me?

I'm sitting here realizing that I've been out of touch with a lot of people, including my few friends on the blog circuit. The holidays, I suppose, have gotten the best of many of us, and the free time I've had has been spent doing other things to keep me busy. But, as I sit here feeling the tiniest of kicks inside my belly, I started thinking that the baby was saying "hi - remember me?". I am reminded of the wonderful feeling of having a little being inside of you moving around, and just saying hello. When I was pregnant with my first, everytime I felt the little kicks, I thought he was saying "hi mom". I don't know... but to me it felt like our first conversations. Now I'm having full blown conversations with G, and I can only imagine what those conversations will become down the road. Now we'll have another one to have those conversations with - whether through the soft (or hard) kicks inside my belly, or through tears and hugs down the road, or during a favorite episode of Caillou. No matter how they come, I can't imagine anything better than being able to communicate with these little beings that love brought into the world. Could I be any more blessed?

I have to share a wonderful moment I had with little G.... unfortunately before the holidays my grandmother passed away. It was hard, and G had met her, but not known her well. However, she still was in our "God Blesses" every night, and when she got sick, every time we'd say "God Bless Great Grandma Pearl" - G would say "yeah, she's sick". After she passed away and I flew to California, I briefly tried to explain that GG Pearl was up in heaven with Jesus. A few weeks later, we were home and talking about another one of G's great grandmas. And he said he wanted to see GG Pearl. My husband said, "Oh buddy, we can't go see GG Pearl". And G says (like a boy beyond his years)... "yeah, cause GG Pearl is sick. But she's not sick anymore because she's in heaven with Jesus.". My eyes welled, my heart surged, and I realized this little boy knows more than I could have imagined, and is possibly the sweetest little boy I've ever met. My cup certainly runneth over.