Last night, I got a text from my husband, saying "please light a candle for my mom"... Of course, immediately I did so. He wanted a physical reminder for our boys here, that Grandma is still fighting, and that we are still hopeful.
When I lit the candle, I talked to the boys about what it meant to have it lit in our home. I asked that every time they look at it to remember their Grandma, and to think good happy thoughts for her, and wish her well. Jace, who is 99.9 times my wildIwillnotdowhatyouwantbutIamcuterthansin son sweetly looks at the candle and says, "Grandma, please get better soon, so my daddy can come home"... aww, that really melted my heart... I look at Johnny, and say, "Johnny:... he looks at me and says "what, I bowed?" He's taking Karate and explained to me how its the highest form of respect to another... and also added that he spilled some magical brain juice on her. His imagination is wild!
Anyway, I thought what better way to show my husband that we are supporting and hoping, here 600 miles away... I took Jace outside my front door to take a couple pictures, and talk about grandma Kira. Kira, if you are listening, we are still talking.
Get well soon.
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