Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Why am I telling the blogging world this? Who knows. I hate when people say, "This is my journal so I'm gonna say what I want." I guess I figure this is my reality, so why hide it? On the plus side, in the five weeks that Rick has been at home we've only had one little fight and I wouldn't even call it that...more like an ignoring session.
So to sum up, Rick has no job, two semesters of anatomy at once is going to fry my brain, church food is good - except when they only send us one thing of cheese instead of the two we requested, and I like Rick...mostly.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
I think about Lily as I drive down the street and see the park where she played. I think about Lily when we go to Target and Tatiana begs to look at the shoes just one more time. I think about Lily when I go to church and see a little girl wearing the same Christmas dress I bought for her just a month before she died. I think about Lily every time I wake up and see her picture hanging on the wall, constantly taunting me because it will never change. I think about her every time I come to the intersection of Foothills and Hwy 92 and see Hatfield's - the mortuary where we picked out her casket. The director suggested a cradle, but I refused. Lily insisted on a bed instead of a crib the last time she was in the hospital because she told me that she was a big girl.
I think about Lily when I hear people talking of forever families and in my heart I listen for that small voice to whisper that it's true. That she is mine forever and I will see her again.