Behind the scenes here on this humble blog: it's been a tough weekend here for Justin and I. We have had the recurrence of heartbreak and "giving up" that might resemble how you first feel after losing a first love. It's a little (a lot) helpless, lots of tears, knowledge that you did everything you could, but sometimes things just don't work out the way you want them to. No one died, no one is hurt and in the end you still have everything that matters, but. It hurts. A lot. I know this is vague and it's intended to be as I can't say much more, but there was a little dream we had that doesn't look like it will come to fruition. It has been a little hard to swallow the past couple of days with a bit of grieving intertwined with "we are doing good things, everything happens for a reason..." All the things said that help make it all feel a little better.
I guess the point of saying this right now is that it made Father's Day that much more relevant. Focusing on the good that are the men of our lives, and for us specifically on Justin who is such an amazing dad. I'm so lucky, and our kids are even more so, that he has a hand in their lives to help guide them. At the end of every day, and at the end of this crazy roller coaster of life, that will be all that matters.
Pictures: rain coat for a rainy day, then playing with cousins. These kids are beyond lucky to have such good dads...and grandpas and uncles, too.
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