May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Fridays will probably never be the same for me again.
Today, Friday, is seven weeks since I held Eli, since I inhaled his scent, since I watched him die. I don't need a calendar to measure, just like throughout the pregnancy I measured my weeks by Saturday I now measure my time without Eli by Fridays. This week has been hard emotionally. I received some news relating to Wyatt and Eli which I haven't quite figured out how to process and regurgitate so I'm holding onto it for now. It's the kind of news which eats away at your insides but the fear of sharing it is more powerful at the moment.
Because it's Friday and Eli is so in my heart, this is a picture of miniature daffodils (daffodils are Eli's birth flower) from our garden today.