Monday night my bible study group held a going away party for me and the kids. I might have slightly threw a wrench in the surprise when I attempted not to return to Demopolis. But those sneaky little girls convinced me otherwise.
I feel so bittersweet about this week. Tonight is the babies last night in the house where they both turned one. I have so many wonderful memories here.
I knew my moment was coming; when I could no longer hold back my flood of emotions. That is precisely where I find myself.
This is a painful place.
I've been here before.
I'll be here again.
Because you see, I can't live in a vacuum. Somehow I think the depth of affection is directly relational to the depth of pain.
I am hurting, quietly. The kids are sleeping.
Then I took a cleansing shower.
And I'm ok now.
I'm a girl; ugly cries happen.
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