But of course Healing is a process. (And maybe one is never "healed" but just "less broken"?)
Tonight I had a meeting where we wrote down the members of our families. When I took a paper for each of my girls I thought, this breaks my heart. It felt really unfair that I didn't need another piece for Calvin. (In fact, I felt like I should even have four.)
I feel incredibly sad and empty tonight.
And now I have no way to transition into photos from our week. So I'm just going to dump them here and pretend that this post is really well put together, even thought it's so obviously not.
She had her first day of tennis last week... and loved it.
I finally got around to setting up an area with some of our reminders of Calvin. The elephant we bought for him in San Diego, the hat he wore at the hospital, and his tiny footprints.
It's their favorite place to eat lunch.
A beautiful memorial to my son.