Two weeks gone

It's been two weeks since we lost Babcia. The sadness comes in waves, ebbing and flowing like the tides. I see her in the daily chores I do, in each stitch I knit, in the hugs and kisses of my children. 

Today we baked cupcakes, and I missed her, and remembered when she tried to give me this old KitchenAid stand mixer, and I resisted. It was old, I wasn't sure it would work, and it's quite beat up. But she was patient with me, and didn't give up. She kept offering it, until finally I said yes and brought it home. 

It was amazing! What a difference in mixing for baking and cooking. I wanted to kick myself for not taking it the first time she offered. I don't care what it looks like -- my godfather had offered to spray paint it, but I kept it as is, and I enjoy the retro look of it now. I'm so grateful now that I have it, and the memories of her. 

I'm so grateful for Babcia's love, her prayers, her self-sacrifice for her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and the life lessons she taught me. 

I remembered her today, and cherished the memories of picking apples and baking apple pies with her up the farm. I tried to be a bit more patient with our youngest DD today, who just wants to spend time with me, and we both felt a bit better. 

The cupcakes are cooling, and we'll glaze them with a vanilla glaze. They smell heavenly. 

I will miss Babcia forever, until we are reunited again!