I was 3 months pregnant while Jason and I were up north mid-September with my family. I remember being on the dock when my mom and dad had gotten back from one of our favorite place to shop up there, Brownwood. My mom brought me a bag and inside was a shirt. She was so excited to buy something for baby Burgess. She felt so bad that it was so big, but it was the smallest size they had and thought the yellow was very gender neutral. "Baby Burgess will need a shirt from Up North!," she said. Up north was one of my mom's favorite places to be.
This morning, Macey was looking at pictures and pointed out my mom and said, "This is my other grandma!" I am amazed at how well she recognizes her and questions nothing. She was 14 months old when my mom passed away.