Christmas Eve box is opened, matching pajamas are on, The Night Before Christmas has been read by dad, cookies are out, Santa’s special key is on the door, and we are all ready for Santa.
I dreamed of Joshua last night. And not in a sweet “Remember I’m always with you, momma” kind of way. In a “I felt the whole weight of his loss all over again and couldn’t breathe” kind of way. Holidays are always hard. I see the presents under the tree and wish there were more...for… Continue reading Give Yourself Grace