Rory would be going into 5th Grade this year.
Dax was in 5th Grade when Rory died.
I’ve spent the last week thinking of what she would be doing and what she would be learning.
Writing 5 paragraph essays
We’d still be working on her handwriting, I’m sure.
Ugh. I got sad thinking about it.
Then I had a new thought.
Rory, this is what I wish for you this year:
I hope you’re continuing to learn.
I hope you make new friends.
I hope you skip through fields.
I hope you give lots of hugs.
I hope you visit us in important moments and in the everyday.
I hope you feel our love constantly.
Here’s my hope for us:
That we see you and feel you surrounding us.
Love you, baby girl.