Michael and I met through racing turtles (there are a lot of silly things about our relationship). But one of my absolute favorite parts is the way he so graciously shares his family with me, as if I’ve always been apart of it.
Knowing that hugs are my favorite, his dad will randomly text me and tell me he has a hug waiting. Then, squeeze me extra tight when I see him.
His brothers keep me laughing, watching the three of them together, acting exactly the same. But each with their own special quirk..
All of the special moments, either out to a nice dinner or laying on the couch watching TV. Dan, Kathrine, Tim, Julianna, Michael and I; it feels warm and safe, and right.
Selfishly, I’ve always wish I could have met his mom. She passed away almost 4 years ago, and continues to make an impact on the world around us. I’m the lucky one who gets to squeeze Michael on extra hard days and hear all of the beautiful stories about her. I can’t think of a time the family has been together, 3 of us or 10 of us where she hasn’t been mentioned. Karen, your presence is still very real, and very much apart of this family.
Yesterday, while visiting Bruce for a couple of hours, he brought me to the basement and showed me stacks and stacks of children’s books. Karen spent many years being a second grade teacher, changing lives of her sweet sweet students.
Bruce said, “why don’t you see if you could use any of these books with students?” My eyes felt teary with such an honor. I leafed through all the books, time passing by that I didn’t even notice. I felt the tape on each cover for room 112. I had images in my head of how she used each book to help children learn.
I took quite a few and delicately placed them on my bookshelf in my classroom this morning. I took one and used it in my morning group, maybe similar to the way she used to. Later in the day, I found one of my students sitting at his desk turning the pages and looking at the pictures.
Karen, Mrs. Masterton, God gave you such a give. A beautiful family, a huge heart, a son who loves me unconditionally, and the passion to teach.
I hope as you watched my sweet boys from heaven, reading your books, learning from your books, your heart felt as full as mine.
I’m honored to know you through your beauty.