Thursday, February 5, 2015

Telling Stories Without Books

We show her love every day.
Every second.
We give her kisses.
We tell her how much she's loved.
Every day she wakes up
I tell her what a miracle she is.
Every day she wakes up
I tell her she completes us.
Even though she won't remember now
I tell her stories.
Stories about Charlie and I 
How we met.
When we found our first apartment.
Moving in on New Year's Eve.
Searching for our own home.
Moving in on Halloween.
How we found Nevan, Minnie and Peanut.
I tell her about Larry the Frog who will never die.
When we found out we were pregnant.
The reactions of announcing to everyone.
I tell her so many stories.
About visits to NYC.
Vacations in Old Orchard.
The time we went to Disney.
Travelling to California.
The time we lost power for a week during a blizzard.
How Charlie would win at Survivor.
Day trips that Charlie and I have taken.
Amazing places we stumbled upon while driving
with no direction.
I tell her about her family.
Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins.
I show her pictures and name the faces.
I've told her about the time I chased a thief in my car 
with her Auntie Michelle. 
Her eyes widen, because I animate my voice every time.
I told her the first time I went fishing with my Memere.
I told her stories of my Memere, Papa and my Grandma.
I told her how much Charlie loved his Grandma.
Stories of people she won't have the chance to meet.
Like the best Birthday gift I ever got.
A cucumber wrapped in newspaper 
from a garden that my Papa and I grew together.
I tell her the things I loved to do as a child.
Biking, rollerblading, catching frogs, snakes and turtles.
Playing kick the can with the my cousins.
I want to teach her that.
Art contests I had won and how it all began
with a coloring book.
I sing the stories to her.
Even though my voice is off key.
I tell her to always be herself, sing and dance her heart out.
You know.. like no one is watching.
I tell her how beautiful she is
and describe her face to her.
I'll continue to tell her stories every day 
someday maybe she'll tell me stories.
Someday maybe she'll tell her children stories
that I once spoke of.