Memories.

 The shelves in our closet are lined with

scrapbooks of all shapes and sizes.  

 While it is difficult for me to even peek

at the bindings of these books containing

a bazillion memories . . . I am EVER so

grateful that we have them.

 The boys pull them out on their

own from time to time.  I can hear

lots and lots of laughter as they

make their way down Memory Lane.

 . . . naked pics . . . not.so.much.

 We are so grateful for our memories

and how God allows us to hold them

in special places in our mind.

It is so very painful to allow myself to think

about too many of them at one time . . . It

seems to work best to savor and treasure them

in small increments.  According to experts,

there is just no "getting over this".  All I can

assure you is that I have never, EVER, never,

EVER been through ANYTHING that even

comes remotely close to comparing to losing

my amazing husband and the father of our

wonderful boys.  Why did God chose me?

I cannot wait until that part of my journey is

revealed.  It is so very difficult to fathom all

that the reality of this brings . . . so I 

take it, as one of my sweet friends said,

"One breath and one step at a time".  At

times that is a wee bit difficult.  You see

I have been breathing and walking with

someone mighty special for a very long

time.  Doing it on my own is so very

foreign . . . and at times seems almost

impossible.  So for now, I cling to what I

know best and that is my Jesus does not

make mistakes.  I hug and kiss those boys

way too tightly at times.  And . . . make

lots and lots and lots of quilts!!!!