Letters to Norah // 21 Months
How was Thanksgiving in heaven, baby girl?
Did your grandma trace your ten tiny fingers, transforming each precious hand into colorful feathers atop a gobbling turkey? Is heaven’s fridge door covered with your creations?
Did the savory aroma of that decadent meal being prepared persuade you sneak a couple before-dinner bites?
Speaking of dessert, your Grandpa Green will want to know: do they use cool whip on pies in heaven? And does Jesus prefer pumpkin or pecan?
Letters to Norah // 20 Months
As the dust begins to settle after these wild weeks of moving in, we’re letting our to-do lists slow and are relaxing into new routines.
But we’re finding that this slower pace is revealing more of the empty spaces, more of where you should be – but aren’t.
Letters to Norah // 17 Months
How is it already August? Summer is flying by.
July was a big month for our family and you made your presence known every step of the way.
Letters to Norah // 16 Months
Sweetheart, just like grief isn't hindered by state lines, neither are you. Because of your fierce personality even after death, it was clear that we were on a family road trip — not just your daddy and I.
Your Grandma worked in Glacier Park for 5 summers, and it quickly became her favorite place on earth.
After being there for a week, it was easy to see why.
Letters to Norah // 15 months
Has your grandma shown you the tulips, lilacs, and irises as they bloom? She always had a green thumb, so I can only imagine the magnificent garden she has in heaven. I’m sure she’s showing you how to plant and grow anything your little heart desires, and I bet you’re having a great time playing in the dirt. I can see her now, teaching you how to enjoy the sun, but not without lathering you in sunscreen first. If your grandma is in heaven, so is some sunscreen – has anyone checked her fanny pack?
Letters to Norah // 14 months
As I listen to the spring rain wash away the remnants of winter, I think about how the chaos of the last two years is just beginning to slow down. Not that life is less busy, in fact quite the opposite is true. Instead of doctor’s visits or funeral arrangements our schedules are beginning to fill up with, well, life. And it's good.