I’m finding this post extremely hard to write. Maybe it’s because I feel the pain my husband feels, or I’m trying to keep myself together for him so he can “enjoy” his Father’s Day or it’s another holiday without Penelope. Most likely, all the above.
As some of you know, I’m participating the in the #100happydays challenge. For me, it’s finding the joy while I grieve. Yes, I still grieve. It will be three months tomorrow since Penelope was born. Three months!! Each month passing quicker than the previous one. That in itself makes me cry, knowing it’s been that long since I last held her. However, this post is not about how much time has passed and wondering what Penelope’s emerging personality would be like…I think about that all the time anyway. This post is about finding the joys of each day, even on the days I’m filled with sadness. Granted, I’m only on Day 6 and I have another 94 days to go, but God moves in many ways. Whether it’s the peace after a much needed cry, laughing at Lucy for just being Lucy, or being silly with Camden. There are little joys all around.