Today, I'm not thinking about blogs. I'm not thinking about thrifting or DIY crafts or how to beautify the lovenest or silly little anecdotes of my everyday life.
I'm thinking about this day two years ago.
This was the day I got a text that shattered my perfect little life.
I'm thinking about red-eye flights that first night.
I'm thinking of a few days after that, taking the kids trick-or-treating. The neighbors asked with their eyes, and found their answer when I couldn't meet their gaze.
I'm thinking of home-delivered hospice beds, midnight shifts, and a yard full of balloons.
I'm thinking of love. Love and charity and peace and angels like I've never seen before.
I'm thinking of high heels that sank into a snowy graveyard, and breath that rose into the air. Yesterday I left one red gerbera, a box of hot tamales, and a lot of tears at that cemetery. And a penny for the angel statue's collection.
I'm thinking of eternity.
Sometimes things happen in your life, and you instantly know you will never be the same again. I won't be the same. Not a day goes by where I feel like I'm the same.
But the thing is - it's not in the blueprints to remain the same. The plan is to learn and grow and change.
As Estella once said, "I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape."
