New Week

It's Sunday, which means it's finally a new week.

Yesterday was simply perfect.  We had about thirty of our closest friends and family there to celebrate Kathryn's life, through word, song, and devotional.  I really couldn't have asked for a more perfect time and a more perfect day.

I will forever be grateful to those that came to be with us.  Their presence simply soothed my soul to the core.  I will also be forever grateful to a friend and photographer of ours, Allison Lewis, for capturing the moments yesterday so perfectly.  To see a preview of these pictures, see here.  While I love to write, I think photographers are the ultimate storytellers, because their stories don't even require words at all.  But she was sweet enough to weave my words in with her pictures.

We are doing okay.  I can't say these are our happiest days, but they are certainly some of our most grateful. 

I find that waking up from sleep is the most difficult time for me. 

I guess it's because when I'm sleeping, she's in my dreams.  When I'm sleeping, everything is okay.

Then I wake up, whether it's from a long, hard night's sleep, or from a small afternoon nap, and I realize, all over again, that it's real.

I don't know how long this will go on, but I pray that the aching in my heart will numb over time.

But like my dad says, life is for the living.

And it's Sunday, a new day, a new week, and today, we choose to live.