7 Years a Widow

As I walk down memory lane this morning, in the quietness of my still-asleep home... the tears sneak up in the corner of my eyes as memories flood me from so many years ago. Pictures have always been near and dear to my heart. Yes, sometimes a scent or a song or a noise triggers a memory from long ago. But nothing triggers my memory quite like a photo. A picture can take me right back to that day. I can feel it, I can smell it, I can hear it, I can sense the emotions all over again. Perhaps that's why I'm so adamant about taking all the pictures I possibly can. Today it hits a little differently. Life is so good today. As I walk down memory lane this morning, reminiscing on all the years we had with Ben. Looking back at all the pictures of how its our three kids. But it hits differently this year as I hold my brand new, 8 and a half month old baby boy. A sweet little baby that never would have been had my life not taken that drastic turn 7 years ago today. Some days I ...