One Whole Year

It amazes me how temper-mental our minds can be.  I can hardly remember what I wore yesterday, yet every single detail of my day one year ago is crystal clear.  I remember what clothes we were wearing, the smells, the sounds, the fear that took over my body, the blank looks on people's faces, making phone calls that I never imagined myself having to make....I remember it all.  I've been fighting those memories for a whole year.  They sneak in when I let my guard down and threaten to consume me.  They make my stomach churn, my heart ache and my whole body feel like its revolting against me.  I have so many beautiful memories that I carry with me every minute of the day...if only I could shake these.

One year ago life as we knew it came to a screeching halt. The world around us kept on spinning, but we stood motionless gasping for air and praying that we would wake up from the horrendous nightmare that was surrounding us.  I remember it all.  Every detail.

Today we find ourselves in a strange place.  I wish that I could describe it, but I myself don't quite understand.  The passed 365 days have been filled with such a wide array of emotions...heartache, anger, guilt, love, excitement at the the prospect of new beginnings, fear of moving on...it's hard to decipher what it all means.  One year later and the pain is still there - paralyzing at times...but we are learning how to live again.  It still isn't "easy" - I'm confident that it never will be - maybe the best way to describe it is "manageable."  I have learned how to laugh again, how to feel happiness, yet I know when I need to give in to my emotions and just ride the wave of sadness.  

May 31st will always and forever be an impossible day - but we're keeping our chins up and doing our best to remember the blessings that we experienced by having Charlotte in our lives.  We are holding her memory tight and refusing to let go.

Today we remember...

Her smile.
Her laugh.
Her smell.
Her sparkling eyes.
Her crazy mop of reddish brown hair.
Her purple little finger tips.
The faded scars that marked her chest and belly.
Her determination.
Her stubbornness.
Her goofy side.
Her "whispers."
Her snuggles.
The way she chewed on the corner of her green blanket.
The joy she brought to our entire family.
The excitement on her face when we would pick her up at the end of the day.
The way she looked at Matt and I...

These are the memories that make seemingly impossible days a little bit more manageable.

Keep flying baby girl...high in the sky but FOREVER in our hearts.  

We love you Charley Bear...

more and more every single day.

That ROCKS!

I have talked about my love for the website etsy.com here before....well, a few months back I browsing the site and came across some paperweights/magnets that I immediately fell in love with.  They were the cutest little things....small river rocks painted with metallic hearts.  I was really tempted to buy one, but instead channeled my creative excitement into something very special!  

As I announced last week, Matt and I have purchased a lot back in Nebraska and hope to start building a home for our family within the next year.  There is still a lot of planning to be done and decisions to be made, but there is one thing that we have known from the start...our home will be filled with and surrounded by memories of Miss Charlotte.  One of the ways that we are planning on doing this is by planting "Charley's Garden."  It will be a beautiful reminder of our little girlie, hopefully filled with lots of bright colors and lively butterflies!  This garden was one of the first things that came to my mind when I started thinking about those rocks from Etsy.

Though Matt and I couldn't be back with family this Memorial Day, we did provide a little bit of entertainment from a distance.  About a month or so ago we made a trip to a local landscaping place to pick out some rocks that will eventually find a home in Charley's Garden.  We took those rocks to my mom's in Omaha a few weeks back they were just BLAH and dirty.  When we see them again, however, they will have been transformed into beautiful works of art courtesy of Charlotte's' big loving family!

Below are some pictures of "arts and crafts" time on Memorial Day.  I initially thought this would be a fun project for all of the kids in my family...but it turns out that there were some BIG kids who wanted in on the action as well!  

 

 

 

 

Pretty sure this made Matt's day! Thanks Dane!

Look familiar?  This one is painted just like Charlotte's chair!

Here's the whole group!  I have a pretty crafty family, huh!?

We still have a few rocks to add to the pile from Matt's family and I can't wait to see then all in person.  Then we'll get them all sealed and patiently wait until said garden can become a reality! I love that everyone was willing and able to help make this little idea of mine come to life...especially Charlotte's little cousins who worked so hard to make their rocks just perfect!  This was something so simple, yet it that totally warms my heart and makes me smile.  I'm pretty sure I know someone else who is smiling too!

In the Words of My Big Sister

I've been in awe of Kristen's blog since she started it.  I even attempted to start my own blog in 2011, in hopes that I could be half as articulate as she is when she writes.  365 Days of Jill only saw a handful of entries - even though I had hoped to blog everyday for an entire year when I started!  So you might imagine, I was quite interested in helping to fulfill Kristen's quest to blog every day in the month of May this year.  We've all been anticipating...okay, at times dreading, this month for the last year.  A year of firsts without Charlotte behind us - we look forward with hope and anticipation as the new "year" begins.

I'm Jill.  I'm Kristen's sister.  In our family, I'm more commonly referred to as Miss Glitz, Mister Sister, an exercise fanatic, a lover of all things "Pink'd", a CPA turned IT professional, a mommy to two adorable little boys, Jack and Owen, a wife to one crazy (most times perverted...) man named Jay, but like my other two sisters, we are aunties to a perfect heart angel named Charlotte...

 

I think about Charlotte every day.  I miss her, despite the shortness of our times together during her first year.  Ironically, I miss our time at Children's Hospital when we - a blended family of Goesers, Ritchies, and Reynolds -  would patiently and anxiously await the results of all of Charley's procedures.  I love that my kids love and talk about Charlotte like she's still her, but I'm saddened that they won't get to grow up with her.
I ache inside for Kristen and Matty.  

I hate thinking about May 31, 2011.  It was one of the worst days of my life.  

But now, nearly a year later, I look back, and I can muster a smile.  WE ARE SURVIVING.  TOGETHER.  Just like we have so many times before.  We've cried countless tears, shared tons of memories, laughed until our bellies ache, and now we prepare ourselves for the first anniversary of Charlotte's death...Her "Angel-versary" as one blog follower so eloquently put it. 

When I thought about what I might write in this blog entry of mine, my thoughts immediately turned to Charlotte, but quickly realized that I couldn't tell you anything "new" about her. Her mommy has shared so much already and what she hasn't shared will likely come in the future.  So I switched my focus to someone else.  I don't personally know this "someone" yet, but he and I have something very much in common.  You see, like me, Baby Boy Ritchie will be the oldest child, who isn't really the oldest. 

I've said it hundreds of times over..."I'm the oldest of four girls..."  (...and my sisters love to remind me that I'm the oldest...)  But the truth is...I'm not.   I am the second in a line of five girls.  Like Baby Boy Ritchie, my big sister went to Heaven before I was born.  He and I are the babies sent to help ease the hurt of a lost first child...the first brick in the rebuilding of a family that has suffered a tremendous, unexplainable loss.  We aren't replacements.  The hole left by our older siblings can't be filled, but we can hope and believe that we are the first step in a long, grueling, never-ending healing process of many broken hearts.

I can remember talking about my "Big Sister", Staci, when I was growing up.  I knew she died when she was 9 days old because she had a hole in her heart.  I can remember the prayer card from her funeral, modge podged to a piece of wood in a bedroom in the house I grew up in.  We often prayed the Angel of God Guardian Angel prayer on it at night before we went to bed.  Staci was and remains a part of our family...just like Charlotte will remain a part of the Ritchie family now and after Baby Boy Ritchie is born.

I'm certain that Auntie Staci and my Dad love and care for Baby Boy Ritchie's big sis, Charlotte, every day.  I know we'll all be reunited in Heaven someday, me with my sis and Baby Boy Ritchie with his, but until then I'm happy to play my part in our family here on Earth.  Kristen, as your oldest sister, I'm here to tell you that I am confident that you are ready for this next chapter of your life.  You are an incredible women, a loving daughter, sister and friend - one of my best!  You are a devoted wife...but most importantly, I want to remind you that you are a mommy.  Strong, proud, patient, creative, fun,  and I know...very scared right now, but God trusted you with Charlotte, and you have proven over and over to Him that you were worthy of His gift.  I know you'll show your son everything that God has already been telling him about you.   I love you.  Thank you for letting me write.

Thank you Jilly for sharing these beautiful words.  I've read them over and over again and still can't make it through without tears.  Charlotte was so lucky to have such amazing aunts who loved her to no end.  I know that she is smiling down on all of you today.  XOXOXO ~Kritter

Memorial Day - Full Circle

I'm sure you remember my Memorial Day post from last summer...it was one of the most perfect days I can remember.  We enjoyed a quiet weekend at home as a family, officially kicking off the start of summer and celebrating how far our family had come in one short year.  The weather was beautiful.  Our little girl was healthy.  We felt like life was finally starting to settle down.

Last year Memorial Day fell on May 30 - the day before our world came crashing down.

That afternoon Charlotte and I decided to take a trip to a park near our house.  Oddly enough, she had never been to a park before....and let me tell you, she was fascinated.  I wish that I could have been inside of her head as she soaked in all of the activity that was going on around her.  There were kids running all around the playground equipment, families playing frisbee in the open grass - so many new things for a little girl who had spent so much of her life in germ lock-down.  


While at the park she experienced another "first" - swings.  Always a thrill seeker, Charlotte wasn't satisfied with the gentle pushes I was giving...she wanted to fly!  

I wish that you could hear her giggles more in this video (they seem to be drowned out by the crazy woman repeatedly shouting WWHHEEEEE!)  She was totally loving it.

I'm so incredibly thankful for Memorial Day 2011--but at the same time it stings like crazy.  So much has changed in one short year.  We have gone from sunshine and swings to....to....I honestly don't know what.  Today I find myself missing Charlotte more than ever and praying with all my heart that there is a special swing set in Heaven that she can "fly" on whenever she chooses.

I love you baby girl.  

Bad Hair Day?

In all of my "free time" lately (haha) I've been daydreaming about what Charlotte's little brother is going to look like.  Will he be the masculine version of our little girl with big cheeks and big eyes?  Will he have the same shorty short short legs?  Will he come out with a full head of hair like his sister?  I kind of forget that not ALL babies are born with the full mop of hair that Charlotte was - sometimes I'll see little bald babies and am almost caught off guard!  

Where is their hair!?  

The more I thought about this, the more obvious it became to me that I needed to do a light hearted weekend blog dedicated Little Miss's CrAzY hair!  :) 

By less than 1 month old she was already sporting a pretty sweet faux hawk.

Daddy got scolded one day for using "product" to create this masterpiece.

 

Holy fluffy hair!  If I remember correctly, one of her aunts may have contributed to this look.

Not sure WHAT was going on here!  

Judging by the look on Charlotte's face, she wasn't so sure either.

A first time for everything.

Sporting some piggies.

Sigh...I definitely passed my "humidity-intolerant" hair on to her.

Congestion = steam filled bathroom = pure hair insanity

What usually started out as a very nicely groomed hair-do 

usually ended up looking a little disheveled!

Hello volume!

Can you say bed head?

Perfectly messy...just how we liked it!

 

Out.Of.Control. (Mommy may have contributed to the craziness in these!)

Food in my hair?  What are you talking about?

One side was always a little crazier than the other.  Can you guess which?

 

 Here come the curls!  

It really didn't matter what we did - her hair was beyond control.  What looked very "put together" one minute could instantly transform into...well...what you saw above!  Spunky hair for a feisty little girl!  It fit her perfectly.  

Now we just sit back and wait to see if Mister Mister carries on the family tradition.

Daddy's Hat

Charlotte liked lots of things...

Being outdoors

Her puppies

Cookies

"Potsy" her singing pot

Walks in the stroller 

Yes, she liked  lots of things, but there was one thing in particular that rose above the others...one things that she was absolutely fascinated by -- Her daddy's hat. For those of you who know Matt, you know that he is a man who finds a hat that he likes and proceeds to wear it until its original form is barely recognizable. The colors fade, they become sweat stained from the summer heat, and occasionally....well...they stink.  So just imagine my joy when this became the "toy" of choice for Miss Charlotte. She loved taking it off and putting it back on Matt's head....over and over and over again!  When he walked into the room she would get the biggest grin on her face and her had would instantly shoot up in the air indicating that she wanted that stinky old hat. She didn't just like it...she loved it!  Silly girl.

Matt still has a hat that looks just  like the one photographed above, but we haven't seen the original in almost a year.  As a matter of fact, the last time we saw that hat was the last time we saw our little girl. For now she's keeping it safe for her Daddy and I have a crazy feeling in my heart that when we are all reunited some day...little miss will have her daddy's hat firm in her grasp and a big grin on her face.

Sigh...I never thought that I could love a stinky old hat so much. 

Brother and Sister

I know that all of you are familiar with our buddy RedButt, but I wanted to take a minute to introduce you to another monkey friend of ours...  

Meet BlueButt!  (Yes, I realize that his little bottom is still red...!)

These adorable little monkeys were "born" at the same time, but we didn't know about the blue guy until the baby shower that my sister held for me back in April.  They were separated at birth when RedButt came to live with Charlotte, but deep down they knew that they would be reunited some day.  You should have seen the looks on their faces when they first saw each other!  They both had smiles from ear to ear and they haven't let go of each other's hands since.

I'm so excited to introduce our little boy to these two crazy monkeys and to tell him stories about his big sister and how much she loved RedButt.  I see lots of love, laughter and snuggles in our future!

Thanks Aunt Angie for creating 2 very special additions to our family!!

Don't forget to check out the Project RedButt tab at Charleysheart.com.  Once we get moved and settled into our new digs in Nebraska we look forward to sharing these monkeys with lots of other kiddos!