Today isnt a year, Saturday is. But a year ago on this Thursday night I was now saying goodnight to my sweet James. I got the last cuddles and goodnight kiss hed ever give me and so did JP. I was 12 weeks pregnant and exhausted from my Pre-K Thanksgiving show/feast at work, going to the gym, making dinner, and talking/reminiscing for a few hours before bed. We just started telling friends we were expecting. This weekend we were to take pregnancy announcement shots on the beach and have an all weekend date before heading to Miami for Thanksgiving break. It was our first time off school/work since our wedding. Well tomorrow morning never happened. 4 hours after I went to bed, I woke up to the most horrific sound Id ever hear. These noises haunt me day in and day out, most often before going to sleep. I share this all with you to remind you. Like Ive said before, tomorrow isnt promised to any of us. Even if you just turned 27 like James, went to the gym often, ate extremely clean and well, etc...Live like it were your last day. James loved hard and lived life to his fullest. His life was short, full, but complete. Please do the same! Prayers are appreciated this weekend.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 03:50:09 +0000
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