My apologies to anyone else who has mirrored closet doors but I think they’re so darned ugly. They’re here and we’ll probably have them forever but, the set in the guest room hold very special keepsakes. Addie’s crib was close enough to the closet doors that she could reach out and touch the baby in the mirror. Nicole would then hold her and show her the baby in the mirror and she would touch that baby . . only higher up on the mirror. There are lots of little baby handprints on those mirrors and it makes me smile every time I see them. I am not cleaning that mirror! Not any time soon anyway.
The other thing is this, and probably something folks in the city don’t do but out here in the country, especially in Texas, target shooting is a sport.
When I look out my sewing room storm door, this is what I see. Chad LOVES to shoot. Vince LOVES to shoot. Nicole LOVES to shoot.
Judy . . not so much but I’m a good sport.
Flip flops out there . . bad Judy . . bad Nicole!
Vince and Chad each had their turns. I think every night except maybe the last night, they went out and did a bit of target shooting. From my sewing room door, I can’t see the other targets but this big old box propped up against a dirt pile with all those trees in front just reminds me more of Chad being here.
The memories are fun and the tears don’t flow as quickly today as they did yesterday. I already mentioned to Vince when I’m planning to go there and it’s a bit sooner than my three month interval but right now, I believe he’s tired of seeing me crying so he’s pretty agreeable. :)