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Sunday, February 21, 2016

Utopia, or Something Like it

Sleeping late, savoring a few cups of morning coffee, catching up on shows that are on far too late for this mama to watch live, binge watching shows of my teenage years: these are the things a week off should be made of- in Utopia.  Not that I didn’t get a version of this, it was just had it snippets mixed into busy, fun days.


We had our annual visit from my cousin and his family.  It’s so fun to see how much has changed from year to year, visit to visit.  Last year they were so hesitant to come, nervous that it was too soon after we lost Jack, less than a month, and that we wouldn't want them there.  Seeing them then was probably the best thing that could have happened to Sean and I, they were and have been so incredibly supportive; it has been invaluable.  The kids get such a kick out of each other and the years between them don’t seem so great.  Living away from the extended family that we were close with growing up, my sister and I were afraid our kids would feel disconnected from them; it hasn’t and we love it.

































It was a visit we look forward to all year and it was good.

We had a few lazy days mixed in where my girl and I drank in the time we had together.  If she told me I was her best friend once, she told me a dozen times and I ate it up.  I watched this little girl-no traces of a baby left- who somehow, as her little world irrevocably changed, still manages to grow and flourish.  Though she talks of things that no 3-½ year old should have to understand, in ways that could break your heart.  While we were driving in the car she said, “Not everyone’s baby dies.”  While playing with her new, ridiculous collection of Tsum Tsums (“well, they don't do anything, they just stand there,” she answered her bewildered Uncle Dyl) she asked, “Died means your heart stopped working, right Mommy?”  These questions take my breath away.  Every time.  I was steaming Sean’s shirt for the wedding we were going to attend the next day she came into my bedroom and said, “I would have been a good such a nice girl to Jack.  I would have let him play with my toys and play pirates with him,” and the only thing I could choke out was, “I know, baby.”  I often wonder what makes her talk about him in bursts when we could go weeks other times and she never mentions him.  My guess is, seeing her cousins with their little brothers, got her little mind working, thinking about how it would have been for her.  Who knows.  But my hope is that her heart never hurts, for even a moment, the way mine does at times.



This was all her....I swear



We changed gears Friday night, and played grown-up.  We threw on a suit and a gown and celebrated two of our good friends marriage.  It’s a beautiful thing seeing two people so happy as they begin their life together.  The smiles, the kisses prompted by clinking glasses, the dances.  Oh the dances; I’m not much of a crier at weddings but watching my friend’s adorable father stroke her hair and crying as they danced, I looked at Sean and saw the look in his eye and knew he was thinking of his girl and the tears were approaching the surface.  When the groom took the floor with his mama, though, the floodgates opened.  I couldn’t help but think, that though it may not be at his wedding, I lost my own little dance partner; we’re dancers in this house and no doubt Jack would have learned to dance right along with the rest of us.  I dried my eyes as quickly as I could and took the night for what it was meant to be: fun.  And it was.













I love a week off, busy or not.  Utopia may not exist, but you can get close and in my mind the countdown begins for the next one, planning how it will be spent.  As long as it is with the people I love, I’ll take it all.  And thing about a broken heart is, as long as you keep moving forward, it can't help but heal, little by little.


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