Healing

One word: SLOW.

As slow as the process of healing might feel at the moment, I do know that:

• Someday I will walk past the case of Costco pumpkin pies and not nearly burst into tears thinking about the one we ate with our fingers on the drive home because we just couldn't wait for a fork...
• Someday I will see Spongebob on the tv and not nearly burst into tears thinking about all those morning snuggles on the couch with that gorgeous little girl...
• Someday I will give him a hug and smile, say that its good to see him, and the heartache in my own chest will have gone... 

Deciding how far off in the future that happy day might arrive feels like trying to guess the number of jelly beans in the jar to win the pig at a fair or something, so we'll just say "eventually"...

I've tapped every resource for bits of broken-heart-healing-wisdom over the last month, mainly to help me fight the mad urge to crawl under my air mattress and hide there indefinitely. I also made the decision early on that I would pretty much do whatever it takes to feel better. (Don't judge me...)