Each day my boys talk about their beloved Nana and share their sadness deeply and quickly. They are wonderful teachers on how to sit in your grief.
We have many reminders about mom.
Yesterday, we saw a bike that looked just like Nana’s.
Tonight, Jackson read the label on his quilt my mom made when he was two.
Today, we rested on our Nana Cabana beside the pool.
Sweet strawberry jam.
I love you!