I looked today at all my old pictures. Our girl loved pictures and between her collection and mine I have enumerable options.
I told my friend today there's a black hole that follows me. The irony about grief exists when you are more comfortable being sad than trying to find joy, when finding happiness feels just as foreign or just as frightening as the actual loss of your loved one. The emptiness of that black hole cannot be home. I want these smiles to bring me joy, to bring us all joy.
I used this picture when she was away at camp and I missed her sweet face. Thankful I have these many faces of Taylor Renee.