She would have been proud of us…for growth, change, accomplishments, pain…while she also worried if we were okay.
She would smile big at that new driver’s license, Anna.
Her chin would raise in support for that first golf tournament, Maile.
Her blue eyes would sparkle at how tall you are, Lydia,and she would comment on how straight your teeth are.
Her thin hand would run over your shiny, blonde hair, Claire as she pulled you into her soft hug showing her love for you the youngest.
She would widen her eyes and open her pretty mouth in wonder at how all four of you race in on your horses and ride hard to win.
She would be glad I’m not as thin as I used to be while she clucked her tongue at the training for the marathon….shaking her head…”too much.”
Her other thin hand would rest on your shoulder Matt and rest there in the joy and the pain of the switch in sails.
She would delight in all the new great-grands born lately.
She would laugh hard at the silly family pictures we take.
She would look around at her large family and sign happily, proudly…and hope all in one breath that we are all really okay.