Living is a whole new adventure when you suddenly find yourself alone, widowed and the mother of four young boys a lot like their Dad.
Isn’t It Beautiful?!
Isn’t it beautiful?! The Christmas tree and presents waiting for the kids in the morning. It’s the whole Christmas vibe. I love it. I feel it this year. This is the first year since my husband died 4 years ago that I have wrapped presents and felt a little bit of excitement about the holiday. It feels good.
Christmas Day
If any of you really knew Grant, you’d know he’d have to be dead for us to get a dog… So this Christmas, we got a dog. Grant sent her to us. He found her and brought us together, another story. This story is about Christmas.
Christmas Present
Being Present. That is the best Gift you can give. Ever. I know. I remember the times I wasn’t present while Grant was alive. Now he’s gone and I wish I could go back and relish those moments I didn’t cherish in the moment, not knowing that they would end. Then, I was unconsciously feeling that not every moment mattered, taking them for granted, taking so much for granted. When I say that now I laugh. Such a potent reminder now, I’ve lost what I took for GRANTed. It’s gone. He’s gone.
