With one simple Peanut-esque gesture, Dadda reduced Momma to peals of laughter this afternoon. I was confirming that we were in agreement on something, and I gave him the thumbs-up. And he did exactly what YOU used to do back to me. The "We're #1!" sign. No matter how many times we tried to show you it was all in the thumbs, you always gave us the raised index finger. Then you'd break into your Peanut-laugh which would force all of us into a laugh-fest. Looking back, I'm pretty sure you knew exactly what you were doing, my crafty little 'Nut.
Until that moment this afternoon, I had completely forgotten that memory. What a gift to get it back. And now, through sharing it, it gets to live on. Which is one of the major reasons I write this blog every single day...to remember, share and allow your special magic to continue to live through these stories.
Today has been a much different, and maybe better, day than yesterday. We are preparing to put the house up for sale, which is something we planned to do long before January 26, 2011. But now it seems like the right time to move on, start fresh. Peanut, you and your spirit don't feel connected to this house. My memories of you don't ever seem to include this location as a background...maybe because this house never really felt like "ours." I think I'm looking forward to finding a new space and creating a very special Peanut Room, dedicated to all the wonderful memories of you. Something about that concept feels...good? I'm struggling for a word. Balanced. Settled. Peaceful.
Oh, sweet, sweet Peanut...I miss you so very much. Especially during these long, overly quiet weekends. You are my heart, my love. To the mooooooooon and back!