What I've Missed About Elijah
Elijah can be 6-year-old-style crazy and hyper. But he's caring and thoughtful and selfless. He tends to quietly understate his emotions, which makes me want to wrap my arms around him and tell him how wonderful he is, instead of saying, as I might to Miciah, "Be tough."
I miss his energy, too, even though the quiet house he's left behind has been quite nice.
I miss his shy smile after he says "I love you."
I miss him taping things to the walls. For instance:
This is a sticker he put over our bed months ago, so we'd think of him, he said. And every time I forget it's there, and I look up in the half-darkness, and I see a black spot on my wall, and I think it's a bug, and I catch my breath, ... I do indeed think of him.
What I've Missed About Miciah
Miciah can be whiny and self-serving. But she's creative and funny and smart. She makes artwork on a daily basis, and I love seeing what she comes up with. Often I'm blown away by how her inventive mind works, and I'm impressed by how many things she makes for others, just to make them smile. She's the first to remember a birthday, for instance, and she'll put her heart and soul into trying to make the day special for that person.
I miss her having an opinion about everything, but learning how to be accomodating anyway.
I miss seeing how well she plays with her younger brothers, even when she doesn't want to.
I miss how generally helpful she is around the house.
And I miss her goofiness!:
It might just hug them both for 3 days straight!
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