Of course, I spent a good portion of today remembering her. Ed, Jackson, and I took a long walk down the gravel lane from my in-laws’ house to the road, Jackson napping in the Ergo, Ed and I awash in our memories of our beautiful girl and wondering what she would be like today.
But thankfully, unlike last year, I also spent some time today snuggling with my precious son, looking forward to the adventures we’ll have with him here for many years to come, and being so grateful for the beautiful gift he has been to my life.
This morning, I was the first one up and I went into my dad’s kitchen for breakfast. He recently printed a ton of family photos and had taped many of them on the cabinets above his refrigerator. As I stepped toward the fridge, I saw that one of the photos had fallen on the floor and was facing up at me. It was this one, taken in her Christmas dress a few weeks after Thanksgiving:
It’s so hard not to focus on what’s missing. She will always be missing. And she will always be missed. But I am so grateful for so much today, not least of which is how much she remains with us.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.