The days following Preslee’s death will forever be engraved in my heart and mind. The sorrow, pain, and devastation consumed every ounce of my being.
As much as I still despise grief, I’m thankful.
Thankful for what its taught me—to recognize and appreciate the small moments I used to take for granted.
This week, while I washed dishes, I had two babies escape from their bumbos, make their way over to their mom, and use my legs for balancing practice.
Suddenly, my heart was overwhelmed with gratitude.
As we enter July, I always become emotional, and incredibly sentimental. I think back to those last couple of weeks we spent with Preslee, and I also remember the horrific day we walked our of PCMC without our daughter. I never dreamed I would have three little boys as quickly as I did, or that it was possible to be as happy as I am today.
I have three healthy energetic boys, and one little girl waiting for us in heaven.
I’m one blessed momma.