That same Sunday we prepared our last big Sunday dinner with Abe still here. We had our staples -- potatoes and gravy, rolls, and Jell-O; but we also added corn-on-the-cob and instead of a roast, Mike grilled steaks. Sunday dinners are already one of the times during the week when I most feel Abe's absence.
Also. A week or two later we had Mike's parents over for dinner. Mike's mom had me put Starling back in the blessing dress (quite a few of her grandkids have worn it -- including three of my girls) to try and get a good shot with the dress fully spread out.
That sounds simple enough. And I even assumed, after snapping a few pictures, that we must have gotten a good one. But . . . it turns out we failed. Haha. Dear Starling could not be stopped from grabbing handfuls of dress and pulling it every which way and gathering lace-filled fists to her mouth. Mike would try to hold her hands while Gayle straightened the dress then they'd quickly move and I'd snap a picture before they'd have to come right back in and try again. And, in the end, I realized I still didn't have the "dress fully splayed out" picture. I guess that's what you get by blessing your baby closer to four months than one!
2 comments:
Well. She is such a little cupcake in that dress. No wonder she felt it must be grabbed and eaten!
How did I never see this one? I think the pictures with Dad's and grandma's hands are even sweeter than with a perfectly-splayed-out dress. Starling has such a look of mischievousness in these ones--it's delightful!
Also, reading your posts about Abe being gone is breaking my heart. Because I have my own, sweet, kind, senior boy.
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