To Gramma’s little angel Amber
Christmas is here again and my little
angel is two and a half now.
I keep dreaming of how it would be if you
were here with us.
How much fun it would be to see what you
think of everything…the bright Christmas lights…
all the pretty treasures hanging on the tree…and
the packages all wrapped up in paper and
bows……the Christmas lullabies and the cinnamon
smell of Grandpa’s Snickerdoodles baking in the
You would love it all….but you know… I think
you are here with us…I feel your spirit around
me and I know you are there.
Sometimes when I see a butterfly or a ladybug
I think of you and sometimes I hear your sweet
chuckle in the bubbling fountain in your
garden…and sometimes I feel your touch in the
gentle breeze…I know you are there.
Your Great Grandma McLeod is up there with
you now, and I’ll bet she is showing you all the
beautiful things in this world like she used
to show me.
She could find the sweetest little flowers
down in the grass, where no one else would see
She could coo just like the doves and caw
like the crows and bark like the squirrels. I
miss her a lot but I am glad she can be with
you…she has lots of things to show you.
I saw a little girl the other day, just about
your age. She had curly reddish brown hair and
chubby cheeks and brown sparkly eyes. She looked
just like I think you would look and I couldn’t
help but cry because I wanted it to be you.
Your Gramma misses you sweet baby…hope you
have a happy Christmas up in Heaven my little
Angel Amber Elise.
With all my