This has been a week bookended by firsts. At the beginning of the week I walk into your home and hear you saying "kitty" or at least your version of it. The voice I am hearing is Charlie's; his soft, sweet, tender, high voice he used to call Petey and talk to babies. Oh my heart catches and I have a deep ache all over again.
Now we come to Friday evening. I walk into your home and you are in the rocker with Grampy. You give me a big smile and as I get closer to the chair you lift your arms up towards me. A few moments later Grampa comes into the kitchen where I am holding you and swaying to keep you quiet so mommy can eat. You smile and stretch your arms out to him. We are joyful and awestruck and sad all at the same time. This is something your brother and sister could not do. Simple and so ordinary but such a monumental moment for us.
And my heart catches and I feel such a deep ache and longing to hold all three of you in my arms.