Hope
This weekend was a weekend of healing, joy, and comfortability.
My husband and I went away for the weekend to our favorite city, Chicago. The little one stayed with grandma.
It was fantastic. We laughed so much. We held each other. We connected. We escaped.
All is not forgotten, and all is not completely healed. But we're on our way. And it feels good.
For a while I doubted we'd ever get back to where we were. I had almost given up. I was resigned to starting a new life without him. But this weekend showed me hope. And a little bit of hope can go a long way.
My husband and I went away for the weekend to our favorite city, Chicago. The little one stayed with grandma.
It was fantastic. We laughed so much. We held each other. We connected. We escaped.
All is not forgotten, and all is not completely healed. But we're on our way. And it feels good.
For a while I doubted we'd ever get back to where we were. I had almost given up. I was resigned to starting a new life without him. But this weekend showed me hope. And a little bit of hope can go a long way.
1 Comments:
Hope is all that is needed sometimes. It can be a real reminder of what potential lies ahead. Don't ever lose hope.
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