Since you left us I like to think.
I like to think that butterflies are your messengers sent to take notes and report back. Or maybe they are just to remind us that you are watching.
I like to think that the soft breeze is a whisper from you telling us not to fear.
I like to think the shooting star I saw Saturday night was you reminding me that our God has it all under control.
I like to think that a perfectly timed song on the radio or Pandora was sent by you.
I like to think that when I am blessed by someone whom I would have never known had it not been for you or your story...it's a little treat from Heaven.
Today that treat came in the form of a delicious pan of cinnamon rolls brought to me by someone who has kept up with our story. Someone I only know by way of social media. I was touched and overwhelmed by her thoughtfulness.
I like to think that you have something to do with all of these things. It may sound crazy to some...desperate to others...but for us it's just a way of life. It's how we cope with a piece of our world that is missing.
I like to think about all of us someday...living together for eternity.
I also like to think that Heaven has a Target.
I miss you Stephanie. I really do.
