There near the end of the road is a sweet, small, girl. Our trip back to New Rumley Road was far different this time than it normally is, and we felt the absence of those we've lost - but it was a breath of fresh air.
It was family (something I've come to treasure more than ever before), it was laughter (the best kind, you know the kind that hurts your stomach), and it was truly beauty from ashes (I'm currently writing all about it).
It was fast and furious and sad and happy and all the things I needed but didn't realize. Halfway home now and ready to be there, but being gentle with myself too.
The aching of family in Heaven and spread out across the country is a painful one, but I'm grateful. I'm just so grateful.
Thank you, my friends, for your grace with me as I've walked a difficult road the last month or so. I miss so much coming here with my heart, and look forward to doing so again soon.
