One week
It has been a week since Ezzy's birth.
It feels like it was someone else’s life I was living. So much time has passed in one short week that I can hardly believe that all this really happened to us. Never has time seemed so warped, almost in an eerie way. I think its my mind's way of protecting itself. Grief is a complicated thing.
I have kept myself busy and eased back into life one little step at a time. Finding special moments to admire my children, cheering on the many first steps of our youngest, crocheting, tending to my garden, picking up the daily housework tasks, listening to praise music, purposely looking for the little things that make me happy - listening to the birds, picking flowers, watching the sky, being thankful. I have kept my mind busy as well and focused on the here and now and not the tragedy of what was and what could have been or the other gamut of emotions that are tied with loss. Just trying to rest in the knowledge that my son is with the Lord and that He is good, all the time. It has been a week of challenges as life goes on, as we move forward.
Phil has been my rock of support through all this. I am amazed by this man. He grieved, he cared for our children, he was with me every step of the way, he kept our life afloat, he protected me and guided our family. I am so thankful for him, so in awe for what he does for me and for our children, so grateful that the Lord has blessed us with him. What a testimony for Christ.

I pickled beets from the garden.
It feels like it was someone else’s life I was living. So much time has passed in one short week that I can hardly believe that all this really happened to us. Never has time seemed so warped, almost in an eerie way. I think its my mind's way of protecting itself. Grief is a complicated thing.
I have kept myself busy and eased back into life one little step at a time. Finding special moments to admire my children, cheering on the many first steps of our youngest, crocheting, tending to my garden, picking up the daily housework tasks, listening to praise music, purposely looking for the little things that make me happy - listening to the birds, picking flowers, watching the sky, being thankful. I have kept my mind busy as well and focused on the here and now and not the tragedy of what was and what could have been or the other gamut of emotions that are tied with loss. Just trying to rest in the knowledge that my son is with the Lord and that He is good, all the time. It has been a week of challenges as life goes on, as we move forward.
Phil has been my rock of support through all this. I am amazed by this man. He grieved, he cared for our children, he was with me every step of the way, he kept our life afloat, he protected me and guided our family. I am so thankful for him, so in awe for what he does for me and for our children, so grateful that the Lord has blessed us with him. What a testimony for Christ.
I pickled beets from the garden.
On the last day of the strawberry u-pick season, we managed to come home with 45 pounds of fresh juicy strawberries. We made 12 batches of jam.

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