Every May 17th, I write. It's been a habit (not optional at first) of mine since the first May 17th.
Looking back at last years posts, I can see that the 12 year mark and the realization that my little boy would never know his Papa was hitting me pretty hard.
This year, the realization is still with me and the sadness sets in as it does every year, but my heart is not as heavy.
The memories are starting to fade and I don't feel so desperate to cling to them. I feel a little more of my identity peel away from it...letting the relief of age and forgiveness free me from the hurt. This year I feel, and see, Grace.
Thank you, Lord.
By next year, I will have two precious little ones filling every vein of my heart and my life and though yes, I wish they knew their Papa, I am happy that they're here.
I'm thankful for my life and for the sweet husband that comes home to us every day and I'm thankful for the joy-drenched days we have.
The Lord is FAITHFUL!
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