Friday, February 22, 2013


I still remember it as if it were yesterday. That mind picture will never leave me. I boxed it with bows and put it in my heart.

We have a chair in our kitchen. All our children have used it. Yesterday Anna finally decided that she is too big for it now. The chair is taller than a kitchen chair, and is meant to be used to aid in reaching higher places.

The chair was in the middle of the kitchen; I didn't know what to do with it. I figured if I suggested to Brent that he use it, he wouldn't. A minute later I found him gleefully pushing his chair into the middle of the room and putting the other one at his place at the table. I was delighted, mostly because it has sides and he can't escape it very easily.

But seeing Brent on the chair triggered my memory. He looks more like Kira than any of the other children. His hair is a little darker and not highlighted in blonde. His eyes are not quite so big. And, of course, his temperament is the most similar to Kira's. Naughty but quick to forgive. Ferocious but soft.

But it's the hair that got me. When she sat on the chair in the morning at our other house, the sunshine would stream into the window on her hair. I see her there in my mind...grinning from ear to ear, waiting for her pancakes.

Love that girl!