Last night we were invited to my brother and sister-in-law's for a bar-b-que and fireworks. Weber State was doing their annual pop's concert, and they are always followed with a nice firework show. Spence lives pretty close to the light show, so the night was quite a hit. The kids and dad's all went up to the roof to get a better view. You can't get better than that, hoards of children on a roof.
As we left to go home, we bobbed and weaved in and out of the thousands of milling families returning to their houses and cars. I couldn't help but think of last year's fireworks. John was the master at maneuvering the stroller through the sea of people at top speeds. He would glance back at me with a huge smile on his face, that was nothing short of magical. I remember thinking that night about how in love with him I was, and how lucky I was to have found him. I have had so many experiences like that throughout our life together, you know the whole "I can't believe that I am really this happy!" I am so glad that I have those kind of experiences to fall back on. When I lay in bed at night, so sad and alone, those are the memories that I treasure.
Here are a few of my fav pics of John and his beautiful smile.
This is the story of one woman's navigation through grief following the loss of her true love, and husband of almost eleven years. Questions of who am I now, questions of how to raise the kids alone, and leaning how to live again will be confronted, hopefully in a positive and meaningful light.