19 April 2011

It's Been a Year

There she is, washing her hands in her kitchen. The kitchen where I now wash dishes and bottles...where we stand and point out the window at the stud horse for Katie...where we warm bottles and stand to eat food, because we're fancy like that.

The kitchen may look different, and she may not be standing there anymore, but I think of her at home all the time. Sometimes, when the windows are open and the air blows through the bedroom, I can still smell the smell of her and Grandpa.

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