"And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore."
— Anne Lamott (Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son's First Year)

how many times can a heart be broken and put together again??? somehow i feel like it breaks anew every day.

all this to say what everyone has heard a hundred times before, i miss my boy.

paula

mommy loves you, my sweet wyatt.