Wednesday, May 10, 2017

8 years.

May marks being home for eight years. My Mum asked me if I thought it was a good move and I know it was. The last eight years have been the best of my life. I made lots of memories in the USA in 9 years and they were great memories, but I grew up in the last eight years.

I saw death twice in the people I love.
I became a widow.
I overcame becoming a widow.
I learned to trust a God who I wasn't 100% sure was even there.
I learned how to mother a little soul who looked at me with willingness in her eyes.
I found a love for my family when I thought I loved them enough already.
I witnessed pure love from my Parents.
I found protection in the arms of my brothers.
I discovered exactly what my sister was made of, which validated her strength.
I found my best friends have been here the whole time.
I filled the space in my heart with them.

I found my own.
Day 1628.

1 comment:

Melissa said...

I like this. Thanks.

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