Gone... but not forgotten.

This morning, as I was dividing up loads of laundry that are chaotically organized in piles throughout my kitchen and den, I overheard my precious little Evangeline talking to Elliot.

"Sit down right here, Baby Brotha... o.k." She is very bossy these days.  So I peer around the corner to make sure that she isn't dragging him across the room by his ankles... or sitting on him, which is typically the scenario. But instead of the usual... I find her sitting next to him, reading him a story. The 'book' is actually a photo album... all pictures of Hammie that I flip through often with her. As I just sat there to see what she was going to say... she continued... "O.k. I read you story... o.k.?" Poor Elliot sat there only long enough for her to get the first sentence out...

"Once upon a time... there was a little Hammie."