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Accepting The Things I Cannot Control
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Of Butterflies & Men
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Life is Better Together

Another Summer Day drifts into the night, my children are finally sleeping. The moon hasn't risen yet, the heat from the day is still radiating through cracks in the floor. The day laced with laughter and little girl musings, butterflies and stray dogs. Wild streaks of golden summer stain their hair and tan their skin. You can almost taste the sugar. Grandmothers and Candyland, peaches and plums picked fresh from the trees, a box of new crayons, and pizza for dinner. - ...yet it’s another day he won't remember, another seizure swallows the time. I wonder if there's sunshine where he goes? How can it be that such a sweet Summer day can also taste so sour. #WhenIGetoThinking
The butterflies are hatching, it’s fleeting and joyous, like the time, ...fleeting, and joyous. ~ Charlotte sings them each a song, she says it’s so they're not afraid to fly. If that isn’t a lesson I don’t know what is. We only live one life, don’t be afraid to fly. #WhenIGetoThinking #KrystalsMonarchs
I remember the feeling of holding my mothers hand, how my fingers would get lost in hers, wrapping me in a comfort that I can hardly describe, one that erased all worry and fear from my mind. It's my own girls that reach for my hand now and in those moments I'm humbled at the fact that my hands can give them that same steadfastness my mother gave me, a true North. Charlotte was afraid to walk over this bridge, maybe it was the sheer vastness of it all, or maybe it was because she could see the water flowing between the cracks below. I reached out my hand, taking her small hand in mine, one quiet embrace to give her the strength to place one foot in front of the other. There are days where I don't know how to take another step, turning my head I look for the EXIT sign that is nowhere to be found. As I wander down this road we are on I look with desperation for an outstretched hand to comfort me and ease my worried mind, a hand to hold, to guide me through this, to tell me it's going to be alright and for me to believe them. I close my eyes, standing there quiet and alone, somberly digging for the strength to take another step-- I'm afraid, maybe it's because I can see the water between the cracks below, or maybe because I'm afraid of the vastness that will be left behind in the end. #WhenIGetoThinking
June 29th, 2019 - We both came here when we were young. The memories of this place, magnificent and sweet, but not matched to the time we spent here together. This was our first time here as a family, an impromptu and much-needed trip away before his Craniotomy. Time to roam, time to laugh, time to cry, time to marvel and time to feel-- In a place where time seems to almost stand still. For three days the girls ran wild, dirt on their faces, souls set free. Elly learned how to ride a bike. I remembered how to let go, he got the chance to forget, and he turned 35. We played cards, he rode bikes, we froze, we fought, we kissed, we hiked, we got lost, we marveled, and in the end we found our way. Nature has a way of reminding you what is essential in life-- people to love, a warm fire, adventure, a good meal, laughter and long conversations with friends. For a moment we almost forgot that time is ticking away, counting down to a moment he wishes would never come. This trip, it was exactly what we needed. A pause in time. #WhenIGetoThinking
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