A Memory

I went to Target today and it reminded me of something.

There were a few of Rory’s characteristics that I think were influenced by her brothers.

She rolled with punches. There were very few things she’d hang onto.

She was tough.

She loved to be outside playing in the dirt with our animals.

And her taste in toys.

I took this picture in a Target aisle a few years ago. It was just the two of us shopping while her brothers were at school.

My girl.

A Memory

A couple of weeks before Rory passed.

We were on our way home from school. At that point it was a 40 minute drive.

I glanced back and Rory had this peaceful smile on her face.

Every time I looked back, the same smile.

I wondered what she was thinking so I said her name.

Her head turned, the smile remained.

I didn’t disrupt her again. But watched her beautiful smile the whole way home.