No words today just two photos. My girls are blessed!
The Greatest Lesson
My girls are in first and sixth grade.
They have two amazing teachers that I love dearly and will always hold a special place in my heart.
This week is teacher appreciation week and most teachers are getting thanked for all they do to help educate their students. My daughters’ teachers did more this year than just teach common core standards, they taught my daughters’ friends how to grieve, how to love and how to celebrate the small details of one’s life.
My girls were just two months into the school year when they went to Heaven. Their teachers were just getting to know them.
My girls went to Heaven on a Sunday night and on Monday morning their teachers went to school and started the greatest lesson that any of their students would ever get.
They taught their class how to grieve in a way that celebrates life. They answered hard questions that no college degree or teaching exam ever prepared them for; they did this with compassion and love, all while having to still teach the common core.
They allowed the kids to write notes, share stories, cry, laugh and celebrate the life that my girls lead.
They allowed a grieving mother to come and spend time in their classroom and get to know her daughters’ friends. They allowed her to teach them, give them high fives, hug them, play with them and share stories with them all in the hope to keep some connection to the friends her daughters left behind.
I’ve been in my daughters’ classrooms and I am impressed by what I see. For me, as a mom whose always been involved in her daughter’s education and as a teacher herself, I am in awe of how these two women have created a classroom full of love, support and learning, all in the midst of grief. They have been these children’s greatest example of how to love, live and remember those who have left us way to soon.
The lessons my daughters’ teachers taught this year are lessons that their students will reflect back on, grow from and will take with them long into adulthood. They are lessons you can’t write lesson plans for, or be evaluated by administrators, but are real life situations that prepare kids for a future with hope despite uncertainty.
Kris and Deb I appreciate you, love you and can’t thank you enough for all you have done to help my daughters’ friends get through this year. You are both amazing women and I am blessed to call you my daughters’ teachers and my friends.


Love Rock from Heaven
We were standing in our room exhausted from this weekends event when Tom looked down and saw it. A shiny rock with a blue and white heart signifying it was more than just a rock but a Love Rock. It must have fallen from a top of the door frame where other Love Rocks, which were made for our wedding, have found their home. I think in the three years we’ve been married I may have picked up two that fell from this ledge.
Tom picked it up and looked on the back, in this case it was more than just a regular Love Rock; beautifully written on the rock were these words, All my Love and Hope to You Love Abigail.
After a long couple of weeks preparing, and a long weekend of celebrating our girls gifts, this was exactly what we needed; A sign from our Abigail that all is well in Heaven.
We have found we can do so much here to celebrate, honor and bring love and joy, but nothing that we do will ever bring our girls back. I’m sure this sounds obvious to most but for Tom and I we sometimes (well, all the time) we just wish that we would unlock the door, walk inside our house and have them jump on us, arms wrapping tight around our necks with kisses all around. My heart hurts knowing that this will never again be a reality here on earth.
We are proud of our girls in ways we never thought we would be. Giving life to others goes beyond what we ever thought we would be celebrating. Their example of love and joy that has been spread across the nation through Love Rocks is something I could never have imagined was possible. Our life here is to celebrate our girls and to honor their love and joy in every way we can. We do so by listening to God and following the tugs in our heart that are clearly directing us. We will never come home to hugs and kisses, and our hearts will always have an ache, but we are proud and will continue to listen and smile when the girls give us a Heavenly nudge and in this case, a Heavenly Hug.
We have found a lot of Love Rocks these past few weeks but this one is by far our favorite.
Happiness Journal
This week has been full. I typically like to spend a lot of time at home sewing or writing but this week I have been out and about a lot. Last night Tom asked how I was doing and all I could say was that I was totally exhausted. This form of exhaustion is new, a little over six months old, and it’s really hard to explain how it feels. I’m trying to be careful of exhausting myself to the point of no return so next week I plan on sitting behind my sewing machine a lot and making tons of Love Rocks, both are very therapeutic and help my soul.
I have a lot of reasons to be happy this week.
1. Celebrating Brenda and Amy’s birthdays, you don’t have to be six to be excited about celebrating your friends birthday.
2. Holding Baby Prudence. When Anna and Abigail heard our that our friend Leslie was pregnant they were so excited. Anna would tell all the time that she was going to hold that baby every time we were with them, something she had done with Prudence’s older brother August. I could feel my girls looking over my shoulder as I sat on the couch holding this sweet girl. Looking forward to watching her grow up to be a strong little lady just like my Anna and Abigail. 
3. Watching Makenna, Anna’s best friend, sing their favorite song in the school talent show yesterday. Her tribute to their friendship touched my heart and made me realize just how lucky Anna is to have Makenna as her best friend.
4. So many people sending me messages to tell me they received a Love Rock or how they have been spreading Love. I know that Anna and Abigail can see it all and are definitely doing the happy dance in Heaven.








