Nora completely out of the blue today said, "Hold on Mommy. I need to tell a story. There once was a girl named Nora who knew a man who lived in the clouds named Jesus. She asked Jesus to come back because she wanted to meet him but He said, I can't because I'm too busy making pots for Grandaddy."
My family members will appreciate her bedtime story very much.
My children never had the privilege of meeting their Grandaddy but I am convinced they have met him in their dreams or maybe just have a strong God given connection in their hearts. Ava is 6 1/2 years old and for as long as she has been able to talk clearly and say prayers as a family, she has prayed for her Grandaddy every night. Every night. She has never forgotten. Her ending for every prayer is, "...and thank you for my Grandaddy."
I wish I could see him again and hear the funny sound he would make when he would stick his tongue through his teeth and squeeze me as hard as he could. He was all about a bear hug. I never heard him complain. I remember him as a listener who loved big. I miss him every single day but sometimes, my kids have a way of making me miss him just a little bit more. Today, he must have been on Nora's mind and heart, which means he has been on my mind and heart so much more today as well.
I love you Grandaddy and I hope you are having fun making pottery with Jesus today. I bet He is just as impressed with your talent (that He gave) as much as we have always been.
