I think everyone knows by now that I lost my sister at the end of June. It's a struggle every day to process and some days it's a little harder to face than others.
Gratitude seems to be my prevailing coping mechanism. I could wallow - why have I had to deal with first losing my dad - who missed ever becoming a grandparent and now my sister, who, in her words, "lived for her nephew." Plus, she was a great sister - taking care of me in her own little ways, at every chance she got. Anyway, every day I'm reminded of all that I have been blessed with -from a happy marriage to a burgeoning dream career fulfillment to an amazing, healthy, whip-smart son. I have so much. I refuse to slog through my precieved rough breaks. I should be thankful.
In the meantime, life rolls on in all its sloppy upredictability. Yesterday our upstairs neighbor, a lovely young mother, went into labor with her second child. I haven't heard yet, but I'm assuming she delivered their little boy. Another sign of grace. As she was (presumably) suffering upstairs (couldn't tell my her general lack of screaming), her husband came outside with their little girl came out to play with Vin.
She is his favorite playmate. She's a little bossy (which I respect), but he's completely compliant - just happy to be there. He's pretty good at sharing and taking turns. She's a little older and so good at taking his hand and showing him how to do things. Seeing them race through our neighborhood is one of the cutest things pretty much ever.
And I just have to send a little prayer of thanks for every thing we have.
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