My Birthday

I'm not gonna lie. 

It was a hard day.

Not for any lack of well wishing.

Not for any want of love. 

There was plenty of that (THANK YOU!).

That all helped. 

And our little celebration was lovely. 



     

 

So it was a good day, too. 

Good and hard.

I got an e-mail from a dear, wise friend this morning with advice I loved:

"I  know there are hard days that are difficult to face.  Just stay in your pajamas on those days and drink hot chocolate and cry.  The way of grief has low valleys and gentle places of relief.  You just have to walk through it to get through it."

I didn't stay in my pajamas today (should have!), but wrapping up in Wes's tiger blanket with a little late night hot chocolate was a good idea.  =)

This is not a path I wanted to walk, friends.  But I do recognize that it is not a worthless road.  There is much to learn. And there are abundant blessings.  Certainly, there are difficult days like today -moments when I suffocate in the memory of Wes's smile, his laugh, his hand on my shoulder, his lips on my forehead.  But there are also days when the peace of his presence is immediately, completely comforting - in ways that are absolutely indescribable. Because there are no words beautiful enough.

Look at that perfect moon in my birthday night sky. 

Love is eternal.

I'm so very grateful. 

Thank you for your continued support, friends!  I have loved and needed all of you!