Thursday, 28 October 2010 -- Day 312 (325)

The other night I mentioned that I've been shocked at how grieving has affected my sleep.  It also shocks me that my grief can rear up so unexpectedly.  Kenzie and I went through her baby boxes looking for t-shirts that she wants on her graduation quilt.  In looking through one box, we came across her first Easter dress, pink w/ white polka dots and frilly, lace trim.  Seeing that dress again after 16 years caught me off guard.  The tears were spilling, and my chest was heaving before I knew what hit me.  Mom made that dress for Kenzie.  She was so much a part of my daughters' childhoods that I saw Kenzie and Maddy wearing each one of those outfits w/ Mom holding them on the swing, in a kitchen chair, or on the patio.  A little, pink, polka-dot dress did all that.  It takes a lot of love sewn in to have that affect.