tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post524212989466675884..comments2024-01-05T05:25:08.038-06:00Comments on Stumbling Towards Perfect: With or WithoutBridget McCarthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15989230513113751517noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-67934311178679818382013-05-14T20:06:20.108-05:002013-05-14T20:06:20.108-05:00Just last night my husband said, "Okay, she&#...Just last night my husband said, "Okay, she's tucked in. Stop burning holes in her face." He calls me creepy when I sit and marvel at her beautiful face. I totally ignore him, I'm okay with being creepy.Brennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14745748691362829308noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-31651865638093284582013-04-29T12:57:11.753-05:002013-04-29T12:57:11.753-05:00This is lovely and true. xoThis is lovely and true. xoAnna Whiston-Donaldsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14921348961654008115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467695300141993139.post-80549241604206327572013-04-27T22:52:15.998-05:002013-04-27T22:52:15.998-05:00The withs were not overlooked. If they had been o...The withs were not overlooked. If they had been overlooked, you would not feel without. You would be totally unaware. You are present and aware. If you were not, you would not be able to write in detail and with perspective in the amazing way that you do. <br /><br />Next time you feel the feeling of "without," tune in. Let all of your senses go into overdrive. Feel the energy in wherever you are and whatever you are doing. Listen inside. I bet those times you are feeling "without," are actually moments when you are still very much "with" her. In those moments, look for the footprints in the sand. I'm sure they will be there. Find the happiness in the memory and let that wash over you instead of letting yourself feel the lack. <br /><br />When my heart aches for a lost loved one and I get stuck in a place that's not good for having an emotional breakdown... like a grocery store or gas station... I take a deep breath and give myself over to the memory. The thought of letting go of my composure is sometimes terrifying, but I concentrate really hard on not crying at the memory. I try really hard to smile at it. Those memories deserve a smile. <br /><br />Thank you for that lovely post and the reminder that the only thing we have is the moment we are experiencing right now.THE LETTS FAMILYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07001340451719043247noreply@blogger.com