Hanna's Home

Rain napping on my window

Children are the world's greatest poets. We just have to listen. As she stared out the window this morning, Hanna said to me, "Ah look mama... rain is napping on my window."

The beginnings of a song float in my head. I wish I could sing it for you...

Rain naps on my window,
reminding me of you...

p.s. Happy Anniversary Baba and Dido!

More than meets the eye

For a week now, I've sat on my porch at night watching the moon grow full. And last night, it lit the sky. Hanna woke up just after midnight claiming there was an owl in her room. Coincidently, that is about the time my dad passed away (two years ago today). More curious to me is that my father loved owls. On a hunting trip, he once rescued an owl with a broken wing, providing it with a make-shift splint and bringing it home to nurse. Of all the animals and birds Hanna could have picked, why the owl? Hmmmmmm......

This I know about Hanna. She is tuned into energy we cannot see or hear.  Sometimes when she starts crying, she can't explain why. I've learned to soothe anyways. This life we live is way more than meets the eye. Don't you think?

Outside door

It's 10:30 pm and Hanna finds her way in the dark to our bedside.

"Dad, dad, there's a spider crawling in my bed."

"Tell it to go away!" he replies.

"I can't," she explains. "I don't have an outside door in my room! He can't get out. Come get him!"

So Brad follows a highly excited girl back to her room and scoops up the pretend spider from her bed.

"Now, Dad, 'frow' him in the garbage. OK?"

(the 'th' sound is a tough one... we're working on that...)

"Good night Hanna..."

Silence of the Night

Dear Hanna,
Yesterday you had a sleepover with Emma. I'm so glad you have great little friends. But it was weird to not have you around the house... singing and laughing and dancing and tell us what to do and not to do! I'm thankful for the opportunity of contrast last night to remind me how much your big spirit fills our home and hearts with so much.

Love Mom