This photo was taken on my birthday- exactly 36 days after my world shattered. Somehow the 1 month anniversary of losing our baby boy, my first Mother’s Day and my birthday all collided into a 1 week span. In this photo we are smiling, but I can visually see and feel the pain in my face. Whenever we would go…
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I’ve been journaling a lot lately. For me, journaling is similar to photography because it captures a moment in time that would otherwise pass you by. I read things that I wrote in my before life, and for a moment it took me back to the innocence and joy I once had. I also read what I wrote in the…
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My sweet son, 5 months of missing you.. Some days I still can’t believe you’re gone. Some days still feel impossible, but then you send me a reminder that you’re with me. A yellow butterfly will cross my path. I’ll see a sign with your name on it just when I need to see it. A dove will appear out…
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It’s the last day of August and a storm is looming. A major category 4 hurricane is coming our way, and I can’t help but think of the ironic coincidence of a real life and metaphorical storm happening in my life simultaneously. I remember back when I didn’t have an anchor in anything; I was anxious about everything. My very…
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The word that God has put on my heart over and over since losing Preston is HOPE. But what does Hope really mean? For me it holds several meanings.. first and foremost that I WILL be reunited with my son again. I WILL see him again. That isn’t just some nice thought that makes me feel better, it is TRUTH….
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