If Kaitlyn were alive, I would have already called her a few times to make sure she did not drive on the icy, snowy roads. She would have probably poo pooed me and if she wanted to go somewhere, she would have given me plenty of reasons why it would be ok. Maybe there would have been someone nearby to go out with her and play in the snow at her apartment complex. I don’t think it’s snowed this much since she moved away. We would have talked about the snow, reminisced of all the times it did snow when she was growing up; about the snowman we once built and it took over a week before it melted. But each day it started leaning backward as it melted, leaning more and more each day until it looked like it was doing the limbo dance. I bet you remember that Stephanie.
I remember the HUGE snow December of 1989. I was extremely pregnant with Kaitlyn (she was born 1-19-90). I was as huge as the snowstorm. It was the first and only Christmas that we’ve ever had around here in memory that we had snow on Christmas. I would have talked to her about that….again.
I would have reinforced quite a few times to please be careful out in the snow. I wouldn’t want her to get into an accident because I wouldn’t be able to live without my girl, either of them. (I wouldn’t tell her the last part about not being able to live without them…..but she knew it was true).
She always told me I worried too much and that daddy and I were too intense. She always said this in her adorable way of course and we would laugh and agree.
I didn’t worry enough.
This snow day stinks. I wish she were here.