Eight years

Happy Tuesday.

Happy January 11th.

My mom's been gone 8 years today. Its hard to believe. And perhaps what's even harder to believe is that today - for the first time in these 8 long years - my heart is okay and isn't breaking quite as much.

Yeah, I miss her. I miss her like mad. My boy misses her. I miss her for my sweet, budding family and for what I still had to learn from her - heck, even teach her.

Today though, I have a baby girl whose smile lights up a block, whose giggles ease even the most hectic of days, and whose touch can melt the coldest, hardest heart. She brings me immense joy. She carries her grandmother's name. She is a light where my heart was once so dark and she's a sense of peace where I had for so long felt out of control and broken.

Time does heal wounds and ease our sorrow, doesn't it? My mama, Sylvia Jane Bettinger Shearron will never be forgotten.

Goodness. What a gift I had when she was here.