Memories Strung

Making me a necklace.  

"Mama, I know you're gonna love this one.  It's zebra print and furry too! I'm gonna put it next to the hearts cause I just know you're gonna love it."

"Mom, I wanted the gold cross on there for you.  I told Casey where to put it.  It's my favorite piece of the necklace we made you."

Making me a necklace.

I wore it all day long, don't you know.

The sorting and sifting through mama's button jars.

-20 fingers I co-created with him-

Making a necklace for me.

Then, the date with my 3 men.

To a play.

Seats 4 in in a row and reserved.

But, we only used 3.

The Face found his view best in mama's lap.

A sideways glance through a filtered theatre glow finds Eli with his head resting on Kenny's shoulder.

There is a peaceful kind of happy gazing out of my husband's eyes as he's immersed within the stage.

I feel that same kind of happy just looking over at him.

Casey's ear lob right next to my stage view; his soft hands sit intently in mine.

Unknowingly, he rubs my pinky with his.

It's that kind of happy I feel.

Full of inquiries, Kenny and I field questions left and right.

"Shh, Case, you can't talk in a loud voice!"

The night is magical and close.

The 4 of us in 3 seats.

The walk to the car all holding hands.

Rain pouring down.

And, still, we walked.

Hand-in-hand as if not wanting the magic to end.

My wouldn'ttradethemforamilliondollars happy memories strung together from that day.

Together.

To my sons and my husband, I thank you.

For making me a necklace.

.mac :)