The grass feels different on my feet today. I took Sam out to stand in the rain. We laughed as our eyelashes darkened and clung together. He squealed. I squealed. We ran barefoot in the field.
Today was the day we expected my niece, Amelia, to arrive. Instead, we are trying to remember how wonderful life can be. How easy it is to take love and living for granted. We are all learning to live with this comfortable sadness that is now a part of our days.
We talk about her every day. But today is a little different. Today would be her birthday. Instead, it is our birthday. Our chance to love more and live harder.
I’d like to know…What color was your day?
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Toiday had an undercurrent of hope for the future. I'm not sure what colour "Hope" would be, so I'll attribut what I think the colour of love is: that pink/orange that only appears in sunsets. I think it's called vermillion.
That's lovely, Will. Thanks for sharing. And your hope is radiant!
"We are all learning to live with this comfortable sadness that is now a part of our days. " That is so beautiful.
My day was definitely dark blue, as signs of another month that got away appeared...
New to this blog (found you through Pearl), but this post sure reached out to me and pulled me in.
My day has been yellow and filled with eye popping moments of hilarity from my sons.
Salmon. Not as loud as orange, but still with some really great energy happening around here. Still so sorry about your loss.
Kinda suspected this was why you've not been around as much. Hope Dr Quiet was able to help x
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