That's right my post is going to be about Groundhog Day. How does that have anything to do with grief? I'll tell you...
A poetic viewing of the movie Groundhog Day on Saturday sparked a question in my husband. He says to me, "If you had to do/live one day over and over again, which would it be?"
With out hesitation I answer, "as much as it would hurt...giving birth to Sam. Even though the pain would be so great, I'd get to hold him everyday."
I miss him. I yearn to hold him and feel him again.
Days have been rough lately. Just feeling very exhausted in my faith and its slipping quickly. Am I really going to see him again? How do I trust God again?
I want a Groundhog Day.
Mommy loves you.