I never thought I’d be happy to see a burn can again, but I was. When my husband dragged it home (compliments of a friend) and we burned our first batch of garbage, I felt my heart connect to this town I call home again.
I can’t begin to write how I feel now. I walk into Thomas’s Grocery store and find myself halting in the frozen section—seeing ghosts of my younger self strolling through the aisle with my two-year old daughter in the cart begging for ice cream.
Tonight we went to dinner with old friends at a restaurant we used to frequent after dropping our kids off at the camp up the road. I glanced over at a nearby gas station and saw myself buying last minute snacks for my daughter to hold her over for the week.
“Remember the pie our husbands would bring us home after taking the kids?” Kelly reminded me as we entered the building.
But now I did.
So many memories of another time—another life.
We sat in the moonlight on a pontoon boat the other night with friends we hadn’t seen in years. I was sure how we would be together but our conversation picked up as though we’d been together the day before.
I have relationships again.
God is teaching me so many lessons right now.
Never say never.
Accept those around you.
Be grateful for what you left.
I can’t wait for tomorrow.