Some of you are aware that Tuesday's family requested that people come out to participate in a 'Wagie' Ride in Tuesday's name to celebrate her life. Though Colorado was too far for us, we decided to have a ride here, near home, to be part of the family and friends that gather to support the Whitt family.
It was looking a little grim as we had near constant pouring rain from Thursday on. This morning the pounding rain had stopped and the clouds were parting a bit. Tim dried off the wagie and we loaded up two cranky molar-teething-slightly-cabin-fevered kids and set out with the Meesh.
And it turned into the best experience we have had in a long time. Our wandering brought us to our favorite parks, to the coolest of old cars, to wet fields and challenging play sets. A chance meeting with the spiffy LVFD truck, the guys stopped and flashed the lights for the boys and let them get close and see a real fireman. Up hills and down hills, for over an hour we roamed our neighborhood, the two of us watching the two of ours.
And knowing in our hearts that this is the biggest blessing that has ever been given. And thinking of the joy and vibrant life little Tuesday lived while she was with us.
And as we headed downhill towards home, the clouds began to roll back in, the source of life giving water that we so need.
And I could see the blessings all around. And then we brought the boys in for a much needed nap and I held my little one and cried awhile. Because tears and joy can exist in the same space.
I felt with them in spirit and yet so solidly here with my own. Watching them through the lens brings home who they are and what they have become in our lives. The wagie ride for her was also a wagie ride for us. A fitting tribute to a little one that brought such light to my life in the time I had to know her.
How was your wagie ride if you had one? I would love to hear about it.