Moments |
Jo Ann Taylor |
In memory of my only precious girl, Melody Joy, who in a moment . . . went from this life to eternal life on June 23, 1963 |
Moments . . . when I feel you nestled against my breast and your big brown eyes take in every feature of my face.
Moments . . . when you turned over for the first time, and that moment . . . when you sat up by yourself. Moments . . . when you were so proud because you took those first steps and got those first teeth. Moments . . . when you said "da-da" and your daddy burst the button on his shirt! Moments . . . when I longed for you to stay little forever. Moments . . . when I dressed you in your frilly dresses and watched you spin around like a model. Moments . . . when I wanted time to stand still so I could capture it forever. The moment . . . when you started kindergarten and I cried as I dropped you off. It seems as if at that moment . . . you suddenly went from my baby to being my big girl. Moments . . . when suddenly kindergarten jumped to high school and you and I were picking out your prom dress. Moments . . . when your daddy's eyes filled with tears when he saw his "little" girl going out with a "BOY!" Moments . . . when you brought "the boy" and introduced him to us and we saw that "look" in your eyes. And there was the hardest of all moments . . . when your father didn't know if he'd be able to walk you down the aisle - his legs were shaking and the tears were falling. Moments. . . when you stood at the altar, so beautiful in your white gown and slippers. There was the moment . . . When you called and said "Mom, guess what I'm pregnant!" At that moment . . . I realized that I'm going to be "Nana!" But the worst moments . . . are knowing that none of these moments . . . will ever happen because of "THE MOMENT . . ." when you "flew" from my body, but never my heart, and arrived in heaven before I had a chance to experience any of these "moments . . ." But, my little angel girl, there are seldom moments . . . when you're not in my thoughts and my dreams. How I miss you. I long for the moment . . . when I'm reunited with you. |