I remember when this picture was taken last Christmas. Cade was full-force with Legos and I remember thinking it was absurd to have to read directions SO carefully to build these creations. And shortly thereafter, Cade bypassed my expertise and never asked for my help again.
Wayne was sleeping.
This year it’s the DS. I lost him the second he opened it. Up in his room with the door closed, he plays it non-stop. Unbelievable leap in just one year from little to big boy.
Wayne was not here to see it.
There is much I could say about Christmas minus one, but I just don’t want to. All the words I don’t say.
Instead, I’ll talk about toys and show you pictures of the three of us from then and from now, trying to show you I have been doing this solo for awhile now, even when Wayne was alive, and not to worry – I’ve got this.
I count the two sweet blessings I wake up to each morning and know that while much is out of my control, loving on them isn’t.
And so I do.
And love heals most everything.
And so we are.