It's funny how grief works.
I think I have mentioned before how my thoughts turn to my Ethan every day.
It's not that I can't go on, I just can't forget
My brain constantly fights to remember what it can.
It's not easy.
I wish he was here with my other kids so I could just enjoy him.
One memory I had today was when I ran my half marathon.
For those who know me, know I didn't end up "running" anything.
I finished the race barely and found out later I have some heart issues.
There will be no running any marathons again.
However, on this day I was so tired and worn out I needed to sleep after the race.
My husband had other responsibilities so it was me and three little kids (1, 3,5 --maybe 2, 4, 6)
All three of them cuddled up with me on my bed and miracle of miracles we all slept for about 3 hours.
I don't think any of them did that again.
But, they did it that day.
The day I most needed it.
Here's to small miracles :)
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