like a handprint on my heart
Today Krys came home from work with fresh cut flowers, because she "thought Margaret should have some flowers" for her birthday, which is tomorrow. I can't recall the last time someone did something so thoughtful, it brought me very close to crying, I was so touched. We trimmed the stems and put them in my grandma's favourite vase on the coffee table. I think she would have loved them.
Tomorrow is Dan's last day as our music director at church. Although he and I will remain friends, it is still hard to imagine the church without him anymore. It'll be hard getting used to not seeing him every week. I'm so sick of saying good-bye to the people I love, but I accept that it's how my world works. Love means letting go.
Tomorrow is Dan's last day as our music director at church. Although he and I will remain friends, it is still hard to imagine the church without him anymore. It'll be hard getting used to not seeing him every week. I'm so sick of saying good-bye to the people I love, but I accept that it's how my world works. Love means letting go.