Some days I envy my friends who have lost husbands who are able to stay in bed and cry all day.  I envy that they are able to embrace the sadness and loss and just grieve without anyone else needing them.  It does not seem fair that I have to get up out of bed every single day and feed them repeatedly!

But on days like today, I am so thankful for a reason to get out of bed and keep living.  I am grateful for the constant reminder of him in little person form that reminds me that I have something to live for.  And there is something about being needed that reminds me that no matter what I have lost, I still have a job to do.