However, in the happy moments, I remember her playfulness...her funny ways. I smile thinking of how she would have reacted to something or would have liked the tasty treat I fed the others last night. How she would have sat just behind me waiting patiently for her turn. And how gently she would have taken it from my hand.
I remember how excited she would get when Jon would come home from work. Oh, how she loved him! He was her favorite person. She would follow him all over the house. At our Indiana house, she was able to watch for her from the front window...here she is with Phantom, one of our little boys. Every afternoon they would take up their post, watching for Daddy to come home.