Seven Years

After year six, I didn’t think much would change. I figured it would feel that way forever. But, year seven was a bit different. Year seven brought a defining moment.

Admittedly, the sound of sirens still makes me jump, especially in the morning. Lavender hasn’t entered my house yet, but every so often I’ll test out smelling a candle. Memories continue to fade. But, I like to think the broken heart has mended itself. Now, there is just a scar. It is a beautiful one.

But, the most important thing that Year Seven brought? It brought the realization that I want to do it again. In previous years, I was so scared that I told myself I would never put myself in that situation. But, this last week, I realized that it’s what I want with all my heart. And one day, when the time is right, it will happen- I will be the great mom I was always meant to be.

In loving memory… today and always.

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