Post Christmas

Hello my dear ones.  Christmas has come and gone and I thought about you constantly as I spent time with my dear friend's grandchildren who are 4 and 5.  They opened their prezzies and I could remember Taylor opening his and getting his first tricycle under the giant tree he helped to decorate.  Of course I saw the pictures of you both with Grandpa in Germany, and other places just before and during the Christmas holidays.  I am glad you have at least one grandparent in your lives and close to you - because it is important to get viewpoints from another generation.  Don't worry, Taylor, I'm not dead, but alive and well here in Jersey City in the house where you lived and loved me and where Emmerson was born.  Emmerson, dear one, I wish I had gotten to know you while you are still a little girl.  Your pictures are so beautiful and girly pink (for which I am grateful, as the girly outfits I bought for you when you were born were given away as "too" girl).  The Santa picture is a treasure, now I have one for almost every year of your lives.  Missing you both has become everyday but you will find me someday.  As for everything else - just know I love you both more than any words ever written, said or sung.  Be good, my angels, and grow up beautiful inside and out.