For good

 I’ve been in my thoughts a little too much lately. I mean life moves on, I go to work, I see my kids, I help people get the care they need. But there is a part of me that just can’t seem to move on. And a big part of me never will this side of heaven. Michael was the best gift to me. The biggest privilege of my life was getting to take care of him. I loved taking care of him. Taking care of others has been so much of who I am. But taking care of Michael and loving him was so rewarding and easy. 

Figuring out who I am and what my life is without Michael has been difficult. I have leaned on, begged, and prayed for understanding and answers. I am still waiting on those. 

I love my job and the gift of helping others. It has been good feeling useful again. I’ve missed that. 

I still haven’t figured out how to cook for one. I’ve made a pot of soup. It could feed an army. At least my 83 year old neighbor  Mr. Jimmy will appreciate my excess of soup. 

I am finding my way. One step at a time. I went to a introductory ballroom dance class, it was so out of my comfort zone. But I enjoyed myself and how quickly

I caught on. I can be so awkward at times. But thankfully I didn’t let it show. Well maybe I did but they didn’t bring it up. lol. 

Anywho. Just wanted to check in. Let y’all know I am still plugging along. Life is different, it’s hard and I am still figuring out God’s plan and His goodness in it all. I know I will see it. 

I am expectant. He works ALL things to my good and for His glory. 

This picture was from last December at Grandfather mountain. I will cherish it forever. I love you forever and always.