Some days, at the end of the fight when it is just me in the car driving home to my boys, I consider selling all of my belongings and..... I don't know what's after the word "and". I just know, I think about it because the ride home without Taylor on the phone feels like I am navigating a foreign land. I know I am supposed to know it, but I can find nothing familiar. Some days at the end of the fight, I cannot remember why I fight and I am blinded and dumbfounded by how something so precious, so prayed for, so wanted, so special, so promising, so responsible, so beautiful could just be snatched away. If it's that fleeting, then what...
Then there's this card.
Inside the card, precious, rest twenty words - then Love, Madz.
I do so love these girls who are mastering the art of moving forward courageously and yet remembering.
"He will give a crown of flowers instead of ashes." Isaiah 61:3
I guess it's a crown of flowers I'll fight for tomorrow. Much love sweet Madz...