Missing this smile...

It's funny what time does to us. It turns open wounds into scars, fills holes, grows things... This happens with grief too. The gaping wound left when Henry died will never fully heal, but it does soften over time. I will miss Henry every day of my life, but the raw pain has started to soften into a dull ache. Of course, there are days when that pain flares up, but that's to be expected.

Some days I see pictures of Henry, and it almost seems like he was a dream...and other days the pictures seem so real that I could almost reach in and scoop him up. And some days, it's a strange combination of both. But seeing his smile never fails to put a smile on my face...how could it not?! I miss this little booger and his sweet smile, and am so grateful to have pictures like these to look back on. ❤️