I just spent the last 30 minutes cuddled up in my bed watching tv with my baby ( who is months away from being in High school by the way 😫) and just talking about life.
Sounds like a typical evening in most homes across America. But for this girl it hasn’t been. She has been a fortress since the undoing. Locked down tight.
Since the inevitable destruction of our family, our home and the painstakingly slow process of piecing our fragile lives (and hearts) back together.
Legends will be told of her tenacity to hold a grudge. Hold on to pain. Being held back by an invisible force that can’t be explained.
It makes this momma heart happy to see the joy in her face as she shared stories of friendships. And crushes. As we joked about inappropriate things as only we can and just relished in the moment.
Simple moments of joy.
We are blessed to have them. We hold them tight to our chests for the dark times.
It is with complete confidence and trust that I can say the next phase of my life will be filled with normal.
Normal conversations about what dating should look like for both of these girls. And about shotguns.
Normal as can be and that is a wonderful change from where we have been.