My heart is literally aching tonight. Sometimes, the pain, the ache hits so fiercely and out of the blue that it takes my breath away.
Last night, we went out to eat at Chick-fil-a and sat behind a woman with 2 kids. One was a boy who had blond hair and cute little glasses. He kept peaking over the booth and smiling at Hannah. She responded by raising her eyebrows at him and finally cracking a smile. They went back and forth, interacting with each other in adorable unspoken kid fashion.
I knew in my heart how old this little boy was. I turned around and caught him leaning over to peak at Hannah again and I asked him how old he was.... three years old, he said.
I smiled and turned around to lock eyes with Chris... so this is what it would be like.
I wish I didn't know this deep, unsettling ache. I wish I was oblivious to the pain of such a great loss.
Most of all, I wish Owen was here to play with his little sister.