Jack is almost done with his first week of Kindergarten and he is absolutely loving it. He comes home in a great mood, shows me some things he has learned, sings songs, does sign language and chats about the kids in his class. He is still not thrilled that they haven’t played many games yet, but I am trying to make him undertand that the beginning is to learn the rules and get into a routine and I promise there will be a time for games. I recieved a note from the teacher yesterday letting me know that Jack is doing really well and isn’t shy at all (which was my main concern since he is shy when he dosen’t know anyone) and that he is doing wonderful and participates in everything. This made me feel so good and, of course, so proud. He brought home some worksheets they did today and he asked, “Are you proud of my work?” I told him, “Of course I am! I am so proud of you!” With that he said that he was happy to hear that. I asked if he was proud of himself and he said, “Yeah, I am. I am really proud.” I told him that is even more important because if you are proud of yourself then you are doing something right. He is such and old soul.
Speaking of old souls…my Grandpa passed away 10 years ago and if you knew my Grandpa, you LOVED him. He was so happy, so positive, so completly everything. Even in the last few days of his time here, we would ask him how he was doing and his reply was, “I never had it so good.” There are many times, even before Jack was sick, that I would wonder if he was watching. If he knows all that has gone on. If he is proud. If he watches over our family. The other night I had a dream and it was all too real. It was one of those dreams that you think about for weeks and truly believe it was true. My mom says that sometimes God talks to you through your dreams and that is exactly what I am hoping. To make it a short story I had a dream that my Grandma was coming to visit us with her old friend from Texas. When Nikki and I opened the door to see her, she was laughing and telling a story and standing right next to her, smiling and laughing, was my Grandpa. It took my breath away. I told my sister that he was there and she said, “ummm, no…he’s not.” I was so confused in this dream. As the rest of the family came over I asked if anyone saw him and they all said no. I asked him if he could see me and talk to me and he said yes. I asked if he was always happy and always by my Grandma watching her and he told me, “I am ALWAYS with your Grandma. Always.” I asked if he knew about Jack and knew of all we had been through and he said, ” I know about it all. I have been here the whole time.” At that point Jack sat on his lap and my Grandpa made him laugh as if he was still here. I woke up so many times with tears running down my face and kept falling back asleep with my dream picking up where it left off. I woke up wondering if this really happened, but obviously I knew it was a dream. I really hope this was God’s way of letting my Grandpa talk to me…
This week the kids and I have been listing to music a lot when they are home and keeping the TV off…especially during dinner. The past few nights they will hear a song that they “LOVE” and Braden asks if we can dance…so that is what we do. We get up, dance our butts off, and then get back to dinner. They are a sweaty mess and full of way too much energy to stay seated during the rest of dinner, but they had fun. They had me letting go and just truly having fun with them. Have you done that lately? Just let it all go and had fun for a minute? Try it…I promise you won’t regret it.























