Four years ago, I woke up two girls from their beds. Today, I did the same.
Four years ago, I took two girls to school. Today, I did the same.
Four years ago, I walked a little girl to preschool. Today, I did the same.
Four years ago, I tucked two girls into bed. Tonight, I did the same.
How I wish I could change all those numbers to three for the todays. My heart aches today for my missing little girl and I know the heartache that tomorrow will bring. In fact I have been physically ill all day knowing the date on the calendar.
Four years ago, Abrielle dressed in a new pink short sleeved shirt with silver and white bunnies on it and a new pair of jean capri pants, held up with a pink and white belt for preschool. She was so excited to have a belt of her own. I don't remember what she had for lunch that day, but whatever it was, it came home on her shirt.
Four years ago, I stood outside pushing Abby on her swing until I finally had to start supper cooking. She was not very happy to have to go inside, but helped me make the garlic bread for the spaghetti. When Marc got home, she pulled on her little cowgirl boots and ran out to help him set landscaping blocks around the fence post at the edge of the yard.
Four years ago, Abby woke up crying in the night, saying she was scared. I tucked her back into bed after finding her walking around in the living room disoriented. I hugged her tight as I told her that there was nothing to be scared of and that Mommy and Daddy would keep her safe.
Four years ago...