|A wild flower, growing |
among the dead leaves.
Mother's Day has come and gone (well basically)... once again I am forced to face the obvious, I am a grieving mother. I am not like most moms... I am not like the mom I once was... I am new to me, I am new to this grieving process and I am trying to be the best mom I can be for my two little living munchkins. Once upon a time, I enjoyed the 'typical' mothers day... getting dressed up for church in a fancy dress and going out for a fabulous lunch surrounded by loved ones. I got flowers and took pride in the family I had helped to create. Since losing Dex, that isn't what my mothers day is like. We attempted to stay somewhat traditional last night... church, followed by Old Country Buffett (fancy I know, but with kids, speedy wins out over luxury!). However, for me personally today wasn't about me as much as it was about what I am, about what I have and what I have lost. Today was about celebrating my journey, this terrible process I have been forced to live for the past year and three months. It was about trying to find beauty in the pain... about looking for more than meets the eye and seeing the blessings that still rain down on me.
My heart melts for these two!
Relaxing and taking a break from our 3 mile hike today!
Blessed to have a man that can stand strong for me when I am weak...
They may not always get along, but they love each other deeply!
At the scenic over look.... thank goodness for the bench! We needed a break!
Always on our mind... and lives on in our hearts!
Your death doesn't change the fact that you made me a mother (again)... I loved you the moment I found out about you and I will love you until my last breath little man!