Written in the handwriting of a young teen girl it is a recipe that Leroy brought home. It may have come from our beloved baby sitter Tina but I do not remember. It is one of those memories that got lost in the fuzzy years after he died.
As I chopped apples, mixed and measured I reminisced how down through the years without him I have been given Leroy gifts. Another of our babysitters sent me a some pictures he had colored and given her. One year when I was visiting my Mama she returned to me all the letters I had written her the first few years of our marriage. Heart squeezing, breath taking diaries of my all little ones baby years spilling over with Leroy stories.
As the bacon sizzled and the pancakes turned golden brown I savored my memories. Amanda and Levi collaborated on a photo book for the Biker and I for Christmas for this year. He secretly uploaded pictures from my Leroy file to her photo account. She created and ordered the gift. She also found a gift at the craft fair that she knew would be perfect for me. It was just my style: a little cowboy boot filled with twigs, red berries and rusty tin stars poking out every which way.
What Amanda did not know is that this boot is also a Leroy gift. His very first pair of cowboy boots was almost identical to this one and about that size. We bought Levi a pair of black leather boots and a grey two-tone pair one size smaller for Leroy. I placed it in the Harley window, tweaked the stars and tucked in a wishbone. He always asked for the wishbone. Heaven is a place where all the wishes of every little wisher come true. At the end of the pancake recipe it says ENJOY! with a smiley face. We did.
Love from Leroy.
Pat, I get that boot thing. This makes me cherish the little feet that trap around in them a little bit more. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteLyra - I love the thought of your little guy in his beloved boots.
DeleteAwww... what sweet moments! Thanks for sharing, and I love the boot!!
ReplyDeleteBitter sweet memories...love never stops does it? Heaven is not so far away!
ReplyDeleteMaking memories are awesome, but sharing them are the real reason to remember them, for memories live forever being passed on. Thank you for sharing yours, I to love the boot, I think boots tell many stories straight from the heart.
ReplyDeleteLevi's black boots are on the Harley window sill too. We shared so many memories of Leroy that Linden our youngest was 8 years old before he realized he had no memories of his own. Love and memories live on.
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