It feels weird but I’ve actually been feeling a little giddy the last couple of days. Giddy enough that I experimented in the kitchen again! We’ve had some good days, some bad days, some REALLY bad days. One Sunday, a friend told us that she had felt a really strong urge to pray for us “either Thursday or Friday” – she couldn’t remember – “Were Thursday or Friday bad for y’all?” Brian & I both said “Yes” (in other words, both were and it wasn’t an either/or thing in the least little bit).
I also had a realization earlier this month. One of my faculty had a meeting scheduled for the 22nd. I kept trying to write it down as November 22nd. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why I kept trying to put November instead of February. It wasn’t Keith’s death. I went back and looked at the calendar. It was the date of his funeral. This past weekend was 3 months. It feels so much longer ago than that sometimes.
I got to try my hand at silk flower arranging. I learned a valuable lesson too – scissors are not wire cutters. They did alright until the handle pinched the pad of my middle finger and I got a blood blister. The end result was well worth it, though!
I still miss him. There’s still a hole in my chest. I’m thankful for a loving and understanding church family who are more than happy to let us hold their babies when we need one. These last few days, though, feel almost hopeful.