I've learned I'm stronger than I thought.
A peice of me was taken when Jason's life was ended, but it has drawn my family closer, not torn us apart.
I have learned to not let the little things bother me.
I hug my kids more, kiss them when I can.
I treasure my family and thank God for them.
I'm learning to bite my tongue when it's needed, and speak my mind when I should.
I listen to what people say to each other, and think, "don't you know that doesn't matter?! Why are you saying that?! Why would you hurt someone like that and not care?"
I dread going to WalMart,
Little things make me cry, who knew pumping gas could bring tears to my eyes? Or seeing a shirt Jason would have liked?
Just saying "I was the oldest of seven" Breaks my heart.
This is the picture that will go on the marker. Lookin at it makes me sad.
I have alot of pics of Jason, and the most recent ones, he looked so sad. Getting him to smile was hard.
This post was supposed to be a happy one! About what is new in my life, and here I am going back to Jason.
I wanted to put how Nehemiah fell and hit his eye but he's ok.
I meant to put how Sissy's eczema is clearing up. Maybe I didn't b/c I put all that on Facebook, I'm doing my best to not be depressing to talk to, to dwell on the positive.