I want to remember how she tells her guinea pig every morning before school that she loves her and will see her soon.
I want to remember that she has great comedic timing. When at the right moment, she turns to me and says, “yeah, that just happened.”
I want to remember how she wrote me a joke in church. It said, What did the beet say to the other beet when he asked where his pillow was? I want to remember how she wrote the answer upside down at the end of the paper. Beets me. I asked her if she heard that before because I know that joke has been around forever. She said that she just thought it up. Clever. Creative.
I want to remember how she started going into her room and closing the door when she gets dressed or changes.
I want to remember that when she saw a little girl hurt, she hurried over to her to make sure she was okay. She was a stranger, but she couldn’t stand seeing her hurt.
I want to remember that she stood in the store deciding between buying what she wanted at that moment or saving her money for our upcoming Oregon trip. She saved her money and I could tell how hard of a decision that was for her, but the right one. She is learning.
I want to remember that I heard her in her room talking to her stuffed animals and telling them memories that the two of them had together and ending with, “you and I, we have had a good run.”
I want to remember that she told me she was happy being an only child. I know that will change again and the ache I feel in my heart, she will feel too. But, at this moment in time, she is happy just to be us.
I want to remember that she pushes the boundaries. When she pushes too hard, she gets grounded from friends. Nothing shapes her up like that.
I want to remember that she asked me to straighten her hair and then curl her hair for her school pictures. I didn’t even know she knew such a process existed.
I want to remember that she wrote her dad the sweetest letter ever. Just because.
I want to remember coming down the stairs and seeing her two current chapter books she is writing on display in the curio with the other treasures my dad had collected from all over the world.
I want to remember that she asks for extra hugs and kisses every night.
I want to remember how she smells like grape when she comes to snuggle in the mornings.
I want to remember how she turns back for a final wave each morning after she turns to go to her line at school.
I want to remember how she hides under her covers for her 10 minutes of phone time/ds time each night.
I want to remember the look of joy and pride on her face when I told her she could have 15 minutes of phone time because I was so proud of her for her behavior lately.
I want to remember walking to school and how she oohed and awed at the beautiful red leaves.
I want to remember her teacher telling her to grab her math book to show me her lastest math score while I was there volunteering. How she beamed with pride in herself that we were praising her together in her classroom.
I want to remember that she was so grumpy that she said something mean to me and then I found her crying in her room because she felt so bad.
I want to remember looking into her beautiful blue eyes and just soaking her in.
Just her in this moment of time.