Okay.
So yesterday was sort of a downer.
Sorry. Some days are just like that.
But today I want to share a letter. And hopefully its not such a downer. It's not meant to be. Its meant to be filled with joy. Because that is what these boys do. They fill me with joy. And if I could, I would share that with my dad.
So here it is...
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Dear Dad,
You have the most amazing grandsons. I know that you know this. I know that you watch over them from Heaven. But let me tell you about them.
This is Kingston.
He LOVES to laugh. He is so independent. He plays all day long and runs everywhere he goes. He likes to climb things. He stands on all his toys, and he loves to push buttons. I had to tape cardboard over the buttons on the DVR because he kept fast forwarding the TV.
He smiles at everyone. Loves to flirt with the ladies, and shows off when people are over. But when he is mad? He throws himself down on the floor and cries. He rolls and tantrums. No tears, just a brilliant display of unhappiness.
But its rare. Most of the time he is just a bucket of smiles!
He has wild hair that can only sometimes be tamed. David thinks its time to cut it, mostly because it isn't growing in super even. I agree, but can't bring myself to set up an appointment. So it just keeps getting wilder, and I keep loving it a little more.
And this is Kyrie.
This is pretty much how he looks after ever meal. Little specks of food on his face, usually one chunk of food in his hair, and food in his mouth that he is "saving".
His smile lights up the room, and he has the tightest most beautiful curls. I'm nervous I'll never ever be able to cut them.
He has tons of teeth, and his molars are all coming in at once. He's had a low fever for the past couple days and has been really unhappy because of the teething. Poor little guy.
Kyrie is my little lovey. He is such a mama's boy right now and loves to snuggle and cuddle with me.
He is also "all boy". He is a biter, and a hitter. He laughs at me when I tell him no. And he is always chasing his brother, pulling on the back of his shirt, and tackling him. Needless to say, this leads to Kingston throwing himself on the ground because he's sick of his brother messing with him.
And Kyrie LOVES to dance. If he hears any kind of music, he bouncing on his legs, stomping his feet, and flapping his arms. All with pride. It's so awesome.
Kyrie has such a big personality. He loves hard, plays rough, is stubborn, and when he wants to be picked up he'll let you know. When my arms are hurting and I have one million things I have to do and I go to put him down, he pulls his legs up to his body, wrinkles his face into a grimace, and goes limp so I can't put him down. Then when I scoop him back up, his face lights up and he grins with at "I got what I wanted" look. It's priceless. He has me wrapped around his finger.
They are best friends. They play so good together. The talk to each other. They make each other laugh. When one boy is playing with something, the other wants to too. They steal toys from each other and chase each other. They are handsome and silly and wonderful.
They are your grandsons.
They will learn all about you. They will love you without ever knowing you.
And when we go to the beach on Father's Day, or your birthday, or the anniversary of your death, it will be to celebrate your life, and the amazing man that you were. They will know your story. And they will know that the one place I feel closest to you is at Lake Michigan.
And one day they'll grow up to be men. And you know what, dad? I hope they'll be a lot like you.
So yesterday was sort of a downer.
Sorry. Some days are just like that.
But today I want to share a letter. And hopefully its not such a downer. It's not meant to be. Its meant to be filled with joy. Because that is what these boys do. They fill me with joy. And if I could, I would share that with my dad.
So here it is...
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Dear Dad,
You have the most amazing grandsons. I know that you know this. I know that you watch over them from Heaven. But let me tell you about them.
This is Kingston.
He LOVES to laugh. He is so independent. He plays all day long and runs everywhere he goes. He likes to climb things. He stands on all his toys, and he loves to push buttons. I had to tape cardboard over the buttons on the DVR because he kept fast forwarding the TV.
He smiles at everyone. Loves to flirt with the ladies, and shows off when people are over. But when he is mad? He throws himself down on the floor and cries. He rolls and tantrums. No tears, just a brilliant display of unhappiness.
But its rare. Most of the time he is just a bucket of smiles!
He has wild hair that can only sometimes be tamed. David thinks its time to cut it, mostly because it isn't growing in super even. I agree, but can't bring myself to set up an appointment. So it just keeps getting wilder, and I keep loving it a little more.
And this is Kyrie.
This is pretty much how he looks after ever meal. Little specks of food on his face, usually one chunk of food in his hair, and food in his mouth that he is "saving".
His smile lights up the room, and he has the tightest most beautiful curls. I'm nervous I'll never ever be able to cut them.
He has tons of teeth, and his molars are all coming in at once. He's had a low fever for the past couple days and has been really unhappy because of the teething. Poor little guy.
Kyrie is my little lovey. He is such a mama's boy right now and loves to snuggle and cuddle with me.
He is also "all boy". He is a biter, and a hitter. He laughs at me when I tell him no. And he is always chasing his brother, pulling on the back of his shirt, and tackling him. Needless to say, this leads to Kingston throwing himself on the ground because he's sick of his brother messing with him.
And Kyrie LOVES to dance. If he hears any kind of music, he bouncing on his legs, stomping his feet, and flapping his arms. All with pride. It's so awesome.
Kyrie has such a big personality. He loves hard, plays rough, is stubborn, and when he wants to be picked up he'll let you know. When my arms are hurting and I have one million things I have to do and I go to put him down, he pulls his legs up to his body, wrinkles his face into a grimace, and goes limp so I can't put him down. Then when I scoop him back up, his face lights up and he grins with at "I got what I wanted" look. It's priceless. He has me wrapped around his finger.
They are best friends. They play so good together. The talk to each other. They make each other laugh. When one boy is playing with something, the other wants to too. They steal toys from each other and chase each other. They are handsome and silly and wonderful.
They will learn all about you. They will love you without ever knowing you.
And when we go to the beach on Father's Day, or your birthday, or the anniversary of your death, it will be to celebrate your life, and the amazing man that you were. They will know your story. And they will know that the one place I feel closest to you is at Lake Michigan.
And one day they'll grow up to be men. And you know what, dad? I hope they'll be a lot like you.
3 comments:
Lovely words Sister. I have a lot of the same feelings about my boys and Pops... the fun they would have had. :)
this post is awesome, Kenz. Love it. And I KNOW your dad would be SO proud to show off your boys! I picture him pointing them out to EVERYONE in heaven. Such a proud Papa!
You are a beautful mom, wife and daughter. Your dad is so proud of you (cause you know he's keeping an eye on you). Thank you for sharing your memories of him with me.
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