I survived. Only 364 days until I have to do it all over again. I was granted the privelege of doing whatever I wanted to do, so I chose to stay home from church and cry. I did attempt to salvage the day and be a good mother when everyone got home. I opened presents and ate kid-made deep fried hot dogs on china. Then I made the kiddos work in the garden with me. And I cried some more.
Be patient, then, brothers, until the Lord's coming.
See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop
and how patient he is for the autumn and spring rains.
You, too, be patient and stand firm,
because the Lords' coming is near.
James 5:7-8
I'll try, James, I'll try.
4 comments:
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Thinking of you lots - beatiful picture of you and the kids. I love you!!
You were in my thoughts on this day, dear friend.
Great photo of you all. I know how you feel ~ cried for many years in a row after we lost our Jessica. And then...there are to tears that just come our of nowhere, over the simplest memory, even all these years later.
Once a mom, always a mom.
Blessings from Ohio...Kim<><
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