Service opened this morning with the preacher's thanksgiving for a New Year. Honestly, his joy and gratefulness for 2016 surprised me. As selfish as it sounds, I resent more new days, more days away from Taylor; time remains one of the paradoxes in my life - planning for Wade's future, trying to be the wife, mother, sister, daughter, niece, friend, colleague that everyone deserves - marking time as before and after.
However, the prayer this morning broke through that selfish veil, and I could honestly share thanksgiving for a new year.
To end the service, we took communion and we were encouraged to approach the elements with open hands - because His love is not something we take; it is something we are given.
I am finishing the day with a grateful heart as well. So many friends ordered the t-shirt my cousin designed. I addressed envelopes to get them all mailed. Wade delivered some as well. It's humbling for Taylor to be remembered in so many ways, the goodness people choose to share, the kindness they extend.
So here's to being thankful - thankful we have one more day to give, to share, to love, to light the world.
We love you sweet girl.