We recently came back from traveling for several weeks, and the first thing I noticed (several times now) as I walked into our home was the Easter Bunny hanging on our door. I have had more than enough opportunities to take it down but I can’t gather the strength to do so. Frankly, it comes down to grieving. In my heart, I am still struggling to get through the month of April. While I realize it is almost September, my world came to a stop 4 1/2 months ago and it is barely taking baby steps to try and move forward. 

There is a lot of brokenness inside. And though I thought it would never be repaired, I can feel my Father molding me back together. It doesn’t and will not happen over night, but I will be even more beautiful because of my little Emme. I am in the process of Kintsukuroi, which is the art of repairing with gold and understanding that the piece is even more beautiful for having been broken. 

So although it is still Easter at our home, I’m embracing every single memory April blessed me with.