At church on Sunday a man talked about his dad:
“…it was said at his funeral that he had an abundance of energy with which to serve others because he didn’t have to waste much of it wondering who he was or what his purpose in life should be.”
I am not a runner and I am not meant to grow vegetables, and it’s okay. No more time wasted running to nowhere or growing an endless buffet for only rabbits to enjoy.
We took Vivi to the fair again yesterday, we even let her ride a few rides.
Y’all, Addie could have gone on all the bigger rides she wanted to but she chose to ride the little kid rides with Vivi. My heart grew three sizes, exploded then grew all over again while watching them last night. On the first ride they rode together Vivi squeezed Addie’s hand to the brink of blood loss the entire time, Addie didn’t mind. On the next ride (a tiny little roller coaster) Addie put her arm around Vivi and hugged her close, by the end Vivi had snuggled into Addie; perhaps a little scared, but safe and calm with her sister by her side.
My heart just exploded again thinking about it.
Vivi has asked all day if we can go play with the bunnies and horses, a true Hoosier that baby of mine is.
When I was in Texas last week for this lady’s birthday (surprise!) we went to a beaver themed convenience store where I found a toddler sized Willie Nelson shirt. Rachel told me I had to find a bandana, braid Vivi’s hair and send her a picture.
So I did: