Earlier this week one of Sadie's catalogs arrived in the mail. We were flipping through it when we came to this picture:
This conversation followed:
Sadie: "Does this dress remind you of someone?"
Sadie: "No. Does this dress remind you of your grandma?"
Me: "My grandma?"
Sadie: "Yes. Your grandma."
Me: "Not really. But which grandma were you thinking of?"
Me: "Hoho?" (the nickname given to my grandmother long before I was born by grandchildren who were trying to say her given name of Helen)
Sadie: "Yes. Does this dress remind you of her?"
Me: "Not really. Why?"
Sadie (looking shocked): "Because of the roses in the ocean."
Sadie: "Remember? When she died, we went out on a boat and threw roses in the ocean, didn't we?"
Me: "Yes, we did. You remember that?"
The reason that I was shocked that she remembered was because these are the pictures we snapped the weekend when we went out in a boat off of Point Lobos (where her family had a ranch years ago) for her memorial service:
Sadie was not even seventeen months old. I was in the first trimester with Maggie. And since I hardly remembered the roses, I was kind of shocked that she remembered them!