Every year, the inevitable...

It's a warm day today, almost spring like.  The birds are singing.  The sun is out.

It's crisp and chilly still, but you can feel spring knocking on winter's door.

Those are the days that take me back to the darkest days of losing our first girl.  It was so warm the day she died, I was dressed like it was summer. Then for her funeral, it was misty and chilly and so hard to keep warm graveside.

These warmer days, at the end of winter's chill bring back those vivid memories of losing her and it all feels like a dream.  Nearly 6 years later, I remind myself that this is our story.

MISSing, Loving, Remembering. Always, on warm days and cool.
XOXO