They were so cute and so small, just precious little girls. Jasmine was a big ham, dancing for me and wanting to see herself in the camera. She called Maya 'Me a' and she loved playing and looking after her sisters. Maya (oh the joys and the heartache I had with Maya) had big brown eyes that sank your heart. She could only say 'no' for years - jiber jaber - no. And Kiera was happy-go-lucky. She was always content. I sat back and watched them and remembered those times.
Charlie came home for lunch (something he never does because of the long drive). He had some errands he needed to do and wanted to change from the van to his Harley since it had been raining in the morning. He came in and saw the video on the tv. Tears rolled up in his eyes.
"What's this? You're crying?" I poked.
"I've never seen this video. The girls are so little. I was just listening to 'Stealing Cinderella' as I pulled up."
"OK, so stop, so I won't start crying too."
I think it just hit him as he's leaving for the next month. Plus he missed a lot of the girl's lives when they were small. I'm glad I took some video of them when they were little. I wish I had taken more pictures. I think that's why I always have the camera in their faces now. I want to remember the special moments as well as the mondane because it all tells a story. Watching the videos helps me see how precious life is and how quickly it passes by. They are a gift from God and mean everything to me.
