Thursday - trash day. So - since I am moving I am going through the garage and gathering all things that I have neglected to remove. It is a slow process. If I see something that has value (perhaps not for me) I hang onto it regardless if there is a use. I have been working to clean up, throw out, and donate all that needs to be done. We filled an 18 wheeler when we moved here. I would like to reduce that by half at least. What a chore.
Claire just wanted me to hold her tonight. She just snuggled close, drank half a bottle, and was completely content to sleep away in my arms. I recall how every child has done this and eventually gets too big to hold. I admit that these are the best and worst memories. I smile when Claire smiles at me. I think it has been such a blessing that she is so joyful and happy. In my darkest of moments when I just wanted to crawl into a hole Claire would reach for me and smile. Love is an amazing healing thing. I would cling to Claire and she to me. We would just hold each other and heal.
I am grateful for the loving care Samantha has shown as we have blended our families. She is a wonderful mom. I am thankful we have each other. It is strange that if it were not for Jan's death I wouldn't have met Samantha yet what a blessing the Good Lord has poured out on both of our families who have seen such tragedy. In a way I feel I have known Samantha all my life. Love really does heal all wounds.
