I still miss my Beau. It’s been over a month now. More than a month since he smiled at me as I buckled him into his car seat. More than a month since we watched from our window as he left our lives forever.
I still display his picture for anyone that will look at it. I still cry over him. I still wish things would have been different. So many of us don’t want to do anything that might hurt us or break out hearts. It’s a common fear, a valid fear.
But, in our Bible study on Saturday, our teacher spoke of how our pain and heartache are reminders that we’ve had the courage to love. I don’t feel so courageous. But as I wait by the phone for the next call, I do know that it's always worth it.
And when my heart hurts to think about my little love, I'm reminded that I loved him well.
