I was browsing vinyl lettering yesterday and came across one the said "Grandma's house- where cousins go to become best friends". I haven't cried about mom in a long time, but I cried over that one. There's one more thing that isn't fair about her being gone- Hope and Chloe will never get to go to Grandma's for the weekend, nobody will take them on little trips together, she won't teach them to bake cookies or let them destroy her house and not make them clean it up when they're done. Not that Jen and I are close now, but it was always fun when the five of us would go to Oma's- there's just something about being somewhere that isn't your own house. No real rules, minimal authority- just do whatever you want and have fun with each other while you're doing it. I suppose the kids could go to dad's--ok, not really. Going to Oma's house was always special, and my kids don't get to have that with mom. Going to David's parents is special too I guess, but they invite them to come spend a few days once every.....lifetime (so far it's only happened once, anyway). But my kids don't really have an 'over the river and through the woods' to go to, and although they don't know any different, I do. I know how different it could be.
