A Little Blessing

I know I just wrote a blog, but I just had to say this. Well 2 things. One, after thinking about it, Blaine and I have decided to give Isabella 2 middle names. I already chose Serenity and wrote it in her baby book, but I want to name her after my mom. So it will be Isabella Serenity Lynne Lott. Long name, but very special meaning. I called my grandmother today to tell her about it and she told me that something happened to her last week that never happened before. She said she was standing in the kitchen over the sink, and someone tapped her shoulder. She said she froze thinking someone had broken into her apartment, and when she turned around that no one was there. She said she knows it was real. Then she said later that week she was laying in bed and she felt a big breeze blow across her face, and she scolded herself for leaving the ceiling fan on, but when she looked up, it wasn’t on. She seems to think it’s my mom. Who knows? 

I know that months ago Blaine and I had went out to eat and a movie or something, and when we got back to our apartment, this strong scent of perfume was all around our balcony and front door. I stood outside for about 30 minutes just breathing it in. Not because I liked the smell or anything, but because I recognized it. It was my mom’s perfume. I have never smelled anyone else wearing it, and I have a jacket of hers that smells like it that I won’t wash because it reminds me of hugging her. That was real to me. And Blaine smelled it to. Do you really think loved ones can let us know they are there with simple gestures? I wish I could see her face, maybe in a bowl of ice cream or something, lol. I am afraid as time goes on I’ll forget what she looked like, smelled like, sounded like. My step dad still has her voice on the answering machine and I find myself calling sometimes just to hear her. I haven’t in about a month though. It hurts but at the same time feels good. What sense does that make?

The second thing is this, my ex boyfriend James got with me when I was 2 months pregnant with Bryceton. I became a member of his family, and even after we separated, I still kept in touch with him and his parents. They come to the kids birthdays and my baby showers. They do things for us. Well when I said Madison didn’t have a bed, they gave her one. When I said I wanted to get the kids a swing set for their birthday but we were too broke, they said they would. I told them not to worry about that. Then today they call me and said they bought the kids one and was bringing it to set up. So they were outside for 3 hours putting it together. I wanted to cry. My own father wouldn’t get them one, but my ex boyfriend’s parents did. No one ever does anything for  me like that since I have lost my mom. And I just couldn’t believe it. I felt so bad about what to get the kids because we were broke, but now they will have a good birthday and a gift that will last years! I just really thank God for what He has given us, and I can’t wait for the day I can do the same for someone else. Anyways, I know my blogs are LONG. Sorry