Cousin Beth and family came into town and we scurried up to KC to catch sight of them. It was also mom’s 73rd birthday. We sang Happy Birthday to her several times that day and with each rendition it got more and more painful. It’s funny to watch how people react when they’re uncomfortable.
A couple Gertie moments. Last night I was about to put her to bed and had her do her goodnight rounds. She said I love you, Daddy when prompted. So I turned her to me and said “I love you Gertie, can you say I love you mommy?” She looked at me and slowly said “I love you…” then started chuckling hard and finished with “daddy.” Ryan and I looked at each other and wondered if she was making a joke. So I made a big deal – “not daddy! Say I love you mommy! I love you Gertie….” then looked at her to respond and she could hardly spit the words out she was laughing so hard “I love you DADDY!!”
Anyway, these are small moments that I know I took for granted with the other two but give me so much hope and happiness. It reminds me that there’s a little mind in there, that she’s not a task or a therapy evaluation sheet needing to be filled out. It was just a good reminder is all.
Then this morning, Ruthie played a version of hide and go seek for 45 minutes with G in her walker all over the house. They were laughing hysterically. When she finally plopped down, she said “shoes”. So I started to taken off and while she was laying there, she said “I love Rupie.” With a big ole smile on her face.
elderly ryan and me.