Missing you 13 years...

Why is it that when I was younger I was too stubborn to dance the polka with you and tonight I look at this picture and say "I'm sorry mom, lets dance the night away." Tonight as I was getting ready for our normal Bible story time I wanted to reflect and share a little bit about my mom with my kids. 13 years ago I was a scared 18 year old girl forced to say good bye to her dying mama. I tried so hard to keep it simple for a 8 and 4 year old to understand tonight and yet I lost it and the tears came flooding. In those tears I realized that even though my children have never met Grandma Bette they still have a hole in their heart. It is safe to say that Selah and I shared some tears tonight which finally did end up in laughter and good snuggles. You see I know that our days here on earth are numbered. I know we all face our struggles and we all have the reality of death but friends don't be defeated in those thoughts. If their is one thing I have learne