Three years.
Three.
Somehow I keep waiting for her to shoot an email from the library saying her internet will be back up soon.
I want to hear her review Twilight and Light From Heaven.
I want to hear her refer to the "hobbit house"
I want to laugh when she has to wash dishes in the bathtub.
I want to be frustrated with her again...
I want Jonathan to know his mom was full of life and fun and faith ...
I want Anna to know her Mother was a picture of grace under fire, of God's handiwork, that her beauty ran as deep as her flaws.
I want you to know there once graced this planet a lady ...
who touched my life in ways I cannot explain.
Her life was not easy, but her faith
was
She simply believed
HE
was
"more than enough"
Nattie Pie.
I love you more than chocolate.
I miss you more than air.
p.s. i still am not over you stealing my glory by dying on my birthday--i'm working through it... :) <3
"Hope.... sometimes it is blinding like the spring sunshine. Sometimes it is a gentle warmth that comes with kind words. Sometimes it washes over you like waves in the ocean and sometimes it just envelopes you slowly. Sometimes it is like water in a dry land, but it is there if you look for it." --Nattie Rose York
December 15, 1973 - June 7, 2007
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Tears.
Amen. About to do my own blog for this week.
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