It's Joey's 6th birthday in Heaven. It pains me to write the words. It's also a rainy gray day at the beach, which somehow seems entirely appropriate.
But in spite of the gray, the sun breaks through, and strangely, that too, is a reflection of my heart today.
Little bits and pieces of hope all around me. Almost negligible, but together they amount to enough for each day.
I love you beautiful son.
I miss you so.
Thank you for taking me on a journey deeper and harder than I ever wanted.
Thank you, Lord, for leading me to higher ground.
When birds are sold, two small birds cost only a penny. But not even one of those little birds can die without your Father knowing it.