July was a terrible, awful, heartbreaking month. We lost our babies. From our friends and family came news of cancer, of heart disease, of infertility, and of desperation. On cue, thunderstorms and hail ripped through Grant County and did millions of dollars of damage (though we escaped with only a cracked patio table). When it rains it pours.
August will be better. It has to be. Things can always get worse but I won’t let them. So far August has been being treated to a massage and a free lunch at La Brioche. It has been a night on the town with friends and family. It has been a long walk with the puppies, and sharing an ice cream cone with Bodi (I promise I ate what I wanted first and gave him the rest). It has been a new life kicking away in Sarah’s belly, and news of an east coast engagement. August will be better.
2 comments:
Lindsay said...
The darkest night is often the bridge to the brightest tomorrow. I'm thinking of you and hoping you're doing well.
Aimee said...
July was quite awful, wasn't it...but I am in awe of your strength and preseverance. You are such an amazing person! I think not only August, but the whole rest of the year should be spectacular just to make up for last month!