I love "Anne of Green Gables". I read the series when I was a little girl. Then I discovered the movies. I used to watch them with friends on girls' weekends and sleepovers. One day many years ago, Matt and I were working in Utah and staying in a hotel for 2 months. I came home after a long day to find he had rented a TV/VCR combo and bought me the video tapes. I was given the book for my first Mother's Day. This past Mother's Day, Matt gave me the DVD collection.
Anne has always been a part of my life. I was so excited to have a little girl. I wanted to read her the books, as we snuggled in her bed. I wanted to stay up late on a snowy night watching the movies and eating popcorn together.
It was one of the little things I mourned when Waverly was diagnosed. I know that I can still read her the stories and show her the movies, but it simply isn't what I had imagined it would be.
Last night, my niece and nephew spent the night. Matt was working late and I was trying to find a movie for us to enjoy. I found the DVD collection in the closet and asked my niece if she was familiar with Anne. She has read most of the books, but didn't realize there was a movie. I tried to hold in my sheer delight when I asked her if she wanted to watch it with me. She thought it would be fun and we spent the next 2 hours in Avonlea laughing with Anne.
About an hour into the movie, my eyes welled up and the tears fell. I was overjoyed to finally share the movie with a very special little girl, but I couldn't help missing Waverly. She should have been there with us, snuggled between her mommy and favorite cousin.
This isn't the way it was supposed to be.