like mother; like daughter

We were playing six dice,

and when it wasn't her turn,

Lily stayed busy

 making a fluffy jacket for her Barbie doll.

Tyler mentioned that Lexi plays just like him,

and Lily said, "I play like Mom"

which I thought was odd -

because she takes more risks than I do,

and has been known to say,

"It's only a game"
and we all know 

I'm just a tad too competitive to say that.

"How do you figure?" 

I asked.

"I sew while I play."

As Andrina would say,

Touche'

significant dates

So.

Yesterday, I felt off and out of sorts

for no good reason.

Sure,

life's been busy lately,

and
I've got some hard deadlines looming

(one of which is to turn in 

Intent to Homeschool forms - today!)

but 

nothing that should be causing

the severe grouchiness

and heaviness in my chest.

I snapped at kids,

and deep sighed

(not the good kind of deep sighing,

like when you get to the ocean).

I wanted to lay in bed and kick my feet

and have a big ol' fit

(thankfully I stopped short of that one).

I tried to cry,

because maybe then I'd feel better.

What the heck was my problem?!

I went through the calendar.

No, it's not the 19th (date Dad had the accident)

It's not the 27th (date he died)

It's the 13th for goodness sake.

I have no issues with the 13th.

And then it hit me.

Gramma.

Gramma Joyce died one month ago yesterday.

I don't know why my body and heart

are so affected by significant dates,

even when my mind isn't aware of them,

but that's how I'm wired.

Once I recognized the occasion

and grieved my loss (again)

I was fine.

I love you, Gramma!

I'm so happy you are in heaven now

💗