It's been over five years now since Stacy left us. That means we've been without her nearly as long has we had her. Thinking of her makes me happy. I'm so grateful she taught me how to be a woman, a mother, and that she introduced me to the world anew. Children are so aware of their surroundings, sensing all the things we've taught ourselves to ignore so we can concentrate on our tasks. Stacy was my first, and when Stacy was born, she resurrected in me the ability to enjoy simple things, the wind in my hair, sand between my toes, the warm furry body of a puppy, and the brightness of the color pink. I miss her.
This is Stacy, 14 months old, singing primary songs with me. She was amazing for her age, able to climb ladders on the playground, sing songs, and say tons of words, though I was the only one who could completely understand her toddler pronunciation.
This is Stacy when she was nearly 2 at my parent's house in a dress that Mom made for her. She called the dress her nursery dress. She loved nursery, but sometimes the boys would pick on her and pull her pigtails. She would cry and run to the nursery leader saying, "I need a tissue."
This is Stacy when she was 2, I think. I chose this picture because all eyes are on her. The first grandchild on both sides, she had many eyes on her. She would also catch eyes wherever we went. "What a beautiful child! Her eyes, so blue! Her hair, so beautiful!" Indeed this is true.
This is Stacy with her Auntie Lisa on her wedding day. She was 2 1/2 years old. I remember peaking in as Grandma Sue knelt down in prayer with her at the end of this day. "I'm thankful that I got to see Lisa in her pwitty dwess..." We were thankful she was there to entertain us and show us how to enjoy sparkling cider.
Yes, that's her, licking the inside of the glass. She really made us laugh.
This is a picture of Stacy in our New York apartment when she was four years old. Notice that her friend is wearing the pink princess dress, all the feather boas, a fun scrap of fabric and Stacy's Winnie the Pooh sunglasses. Stacy liked to share her things (most of the time) with her friends and her little sister. She's a good kid.
We spent many days walking along Riverside Park in NYC in all kinds of weather. Stacy walked very slowly. The kids would get SO dirty. They loved living there. So did I. Stacy's nearly 5 in this picture.
This is one of my favorite family pictures. Kristy took it when she was on her mission. Her mission president allowed us to visit her. That visit was the last time she ever saw Stacy.
This was a picture from Stacy's last visit to Montana.
We visited Stacy's grave while we were in UT this past week. I was overwhelmed by the pain I still feel. But we're all just moving forward.