I miss Sarah so much it physically hurts. My arms ache to hold her and I want to kiss her sweet face off. And I will. The other day. In 2022. When she gets home!! I have tough days. On one of them I sat in her room, wearing one of her sweatshirts and wrapped up in one of her 17 fuzzy blankets. I let the sobs out and the tears fall. I allow myself the freedom to feel what I am feeling. God knows me. God sees me. He catches every tear. I found this shirt online later in the day and ordered it immediately. I wore it for at least 9 days straight before washing it. freals. Wearing it helps and the comments from others who read it have been heart warming.
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