Let me let you in on a family secret:
My dad taught me to rollerskate when I was five,
and he taught me the magic words that keep you from falling.
Hibbidy. Hobbidy. Hoobidy.
If you say those three words, you won't fall.
And it works on ice skates, too.
By the end of the day, the boys were teaching this trick to other little skaters.
Moms were saying to me, "What are those magic words again?"
"You guys are doing a good job getting back up again..."
They are old enough to remember the first time they went ice skating.
Someday, they will know we did this on December 23, 2011,
on that first anniversary.
A lump caught in my throat as I was lacing Tucker's skates.
"Mommy, why are you crying? Oh, wait... I know. I just forgot for one second.
Mommy, just for one second. I know you miss daddy. I know you do."
Someday they will fathom how much I love them.
"Girl, you are hard-core determined to make room for joy in your life."
~ my friend, Melanie O.
(Indeed, I am.)