Two months later, we three are still here. I can't say things are getting better. I'm not sure that they actually do, but I do believe (hope) we get better at making it through the days, the more practice we get. Healing isn't the right word, reformation (following dissolution) maybe? I'm not there yet so I can't say for sure. I've been quiet, having fewer bright spots to share. I think the darkness should rightfully stay hidden for those who are so fortunate to never need to face it, and of course for those who dwell here with us, they don't need any reminders of what it is to be here. But the purpose of this journal was to chronicle the light in our lives rather than the darkness, and to that end we've somehow managed to capture a few lighter bits since the last post, and here they are.
Flowers in her hair...
Dress up...
The sprinkler...
Monster boots...
Watching deer in our yard...
Hug a goat...
The birds on a gray day at the farm...
The carousel at Frying Pan Park...
Peacock kisses...
The train at Dulles Town Center...
And the carousel there...
Sheep...
The park in the adjacent neighborhood...
