Mother’s Day — Marking My Journey

I share this to mark my journey. 🕊️💔❤️🩹

On this Mother’s Day, I am so grateful for everything I have… while still feeling the heavy grief of everything I’ve lost.

And I am especially grateful for these two boys right here.
Our boys.

Each so different… yet so much the same in many ways.

When the boys were little, Ricky always made sure to take them shopping for a Mother’s Day gift for me. No matter how small it was, he would let them pick something out and proudly give it to me.

Then, once they started driving, he said his job was done and they were on their own. 😂

I would remind him… “Well, it’s still Mother’s Day.”

And he would jokingly say, “But you’re not my mother…”

To which I’d quickly reply… “But I’m the mother of your children.” 🥰🤩

That little back-and-forth became “our thing” over the past few years.

And honestly… that’s one of the things I missed most today.
My first Mother’s Day without my honey.

The last few weeks have felt especially heavy, but I’m learning this is how grief works.

It doesn’t simply disappear.

It’s something we carry for the rest of our lives… just learning, one day at a time, how to carry it with grace.

And through it all, I thank God for these boys, for my family, for love that still surrounds me… and for the memories that continue to live on. 

“Her children arise and call her blessed.” — Proverbs 31:28