Cari has said before that the only rule for Theme Thursday is that there are no rules, so watch me cheat on this week's photo theme yet again.
It really does sort of fit because I'm ashamed that its taken me so long to share these photos with you. It's shameful that I kept putting it off. See, most often I feel like this is everyone's space and I'm just here to make it comfy or fun or interesting. I wanna be one of those independent chutzpahwomen (it's a word. trust me.) who writes her blog for herself and doesn't care who she offends or makes feel uncomfortable or whatever, but I just can't. So it's taken me this long to share these photos because I didn't know how to bring it up in a way that was comfy or fun or interesting.
But I also know that you would want to see anyway.
Blahblahblah, stop rambling.
Nicholas' marker was finally put in last month. We stopped by the cemetery on the way home from the Halloween party at the car museum to see it for the first time.
As we were pulling in, another car was coming down the same lane toward us. We sort of.....blocked each other and slowly came to a stop. A woman got out and we got out and walked down the row a bit as we walked the other way. Then she came back to where we were standing and you know, she just started talking. Telling us about her daughter. How she wasn't supposed to live a day, then a year, then five years. And in total she got 15 years with the daughter she was never supposed to know. Then I cried, she hugged me, and we all got in our cars and drove home.
People didn't used to talk to me. Mostly because I didn't want them to, I think. Or I wasn't ready for them to. Because when people talk to you, they become a part of your life and you theirs. You take on a little bit extra and carry it with you. It can be messy or hard or wonderful or maybe all three. I used to not be ready for that. Thank you Lord for deeming me ready now.