Friday, January 14, 2011

Our Song

 Wish Me A Rainbow

Wish me a rainbow and wish me 

the stars All this you can give 
me Wherever you are

in the hospital when she was born
And dreams for my pillow
And stars for my eyes And a 
masquerade ball Where
our love wins first prize

Gracie watching over the new baby...
 Wish me red roses and 
yellow balloons
And caress us whirling 
To gay dancing tunes

 I want all these treasures
The most you can give 
So wish me a rainbow
As long as I live

All my tomorrows 
Depend on your love
So wish me a 
rainbow above

From the time she was born, 
I kept her overnight on Friday  
just about every other week.

My name was the last name 
she was able to say. 
 She called me GGGG  
 for the longest time.

I loved waking up to her in the morning...
Sponge Bob Squarepants 
and silver dollar pancakes.

I call her my Cuppycake

So much has been going on lately. 
 Busy.  Holidays. Sickness.  
I haven't been able to spend 
as much time with her.  
Tonight she came to stay 
for her Friday night at Grammy's....

We had ice cream.  Sprinkles for her, chocolate syrup for me.
When she went to wash her hands in the bathroom, I was taken back by what I saw.  She no longer needed to use the step stool.  When had she grown so tall?

Then she wanted to go home.  She missed her Mommy.

What happened to the little girl who used to cry because she didn't want to leave Grammy?  I'd carry her out to the car and wait while her mommy buckled her into her car seat and then I'd blow double kisses to her as I watched her hold tight to the baggie of cookies (her parting gift) that I'd given her, watching  the tears stream down her face as she'd blow double kisses right back.

I guess I'm a little sad.    Before she left tonight I held her in my arms and sang the song "our song" ... the one I've whispered to her since the first day I held her in my arms... Wish Me a Rainbow.....

She laid her head on my shoulder, remembering...  and she was quiet and still.

Then she went home with Mommy and Daddy.

Dear Diary,

I thought for sure I'd get pancakes for breakfast.  But the Cupcake went home...  so it's a no-go. Oh well, maybe another day.  Gracie.