Benny and Lambers

Everlasting love.  (Thank you Aunt LuAnn for such a loyal friend.)

Let's go fly a kite

This past Easter was very tender for us all.  Just a year ago we had come to my mom and dad's house to celebrate Easter with them.  Just nine months before we had moved to Utah expecting to spend most holidays with my parents.  Life is messy and that was not meant to be.  We enjoyed a quiet, happy Easter together with my mom and then decided to try out the kites the Easter Bunny brought us.

One of my first memories is of my dad running through the house fishing out a kite because it was perfect kite weather.  It was an exhilarating feeling to hunt through the basement for the kites.  I honestly don't think I even knew what a kite was during that search.  Then we were off for the school behind my house to fly.  My dad loved big moments.  He loved making things special.  

A few months ago I was looking for something in my mom's house.  I honestly don't even remember what, but I do remember looking next to a wardrobe cabinet and finding the biggest, blingiest, most exciting looking kite in existence stashed there.  It warmed and broke my heart.  That happens to my heart a lot since my dad died.  Of course my dad had a ginormous, awesome kite.  Of course he did!  And of course he would have taken my boys out to the park to fly it.  I love that about my dad.  And I deeply miss that about my dad.  He was a wonderful dad and a totally kick-butt grandpa.  

I felt so close to him as the boys flew their kids in the most ideal kite weather ever recorded.  It felt like the best way to remember my dad on a holiday such as Easter.  To remember that he is not really gone.  That we will see him again.  And that life is about moments such as that.  I am so looking forward to him telling me that he was out there running next to my giggling boys.  I'm pretty sure that he was.