From little things, big things grow

The past two months have taught me to (try to) live each day like it’s my last. To enjoy the little things. To embrace the goodness in my life. To honour Charlotte by making each day the best I can, not just for me but for my family. It’s not easy. I know it’ll get easier.

There are tears. Every day. Some days see more tears. As the days progress, there are less tears. I can think a bit more clearly now and I laugh and smile more. It’ll take time, but I will not be broken. I will be me and I will become a better mother, wife, woman because of what Charlotte’s brief life has taught and will teach me. I cling to hope. And love.

This moment, about a month ago, when I was walking with Elora, and her hair was caught in the light as she marvelled at a daisy, was the most beautiful moment in the world. I felt utterly blessed. My heart was filled with love. And it made me feel strong for a long time.

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