Tonight my heart is conflicted.
Tonight my heart hurts.
What was it my friend wrote..."a heart that hurts is a heart that works!". My heart must work overtime.
I miss him. My baby boy.
Grief never truly leaves. He may leave for a while, but he still visits when he pleases and always shows up with little advance notice.
Tonight I'll visit with grief once again.
Tonight I'll listen to my beautiful daughter's soft inhale and exhale as she sleeps. I'll breathe in her sweet lavender baby scent and etch it to memory. I'll hold her close and thank God for giving me my rainbow.
But, tonight, and every night, I will still miss him with an ache deep in my chest.
He would have been 2, ya know. A toddler. A "big boy" now, with big round eyes and messy hair. A sly smile, witty and full of charm.
It's really been over 2 years...
Hello Grief. We meet again. Grab a coffee. We'll sit a while. But tomorrow, tomorrow we remember the good stuff. Tomorrow we will marvel in the new joy in my life. Tomorrow you must go and visit another day.
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