a better week...

I'm not going to lie...last week was really rough. Dave is working out of town so I was alone with my girls who had a stomach bug, it was Jack's birthday, and so I found myself in a serious funk. I'm so grateful that I woke up yesterday feeling stronger, refreshed, and happy once again. I feel very grateful for my two little daughters who keep me in the moment and fill my heart and soul with light and love. I struggle with my grief and am learning that I definetly have wounds--although nicely scabbed over--I still grieve for my little boy. So there it is...today I plan on taking miss Emma out for lunch and shopping :) I think she needs a little extra attention these days. Jen