I finished reading The Lovely Bones today and came across the following line written from the perspective of a girl who was killed but she had the capability to watch her family from her "heaven." The passage said, "My father dreamed that one day he might teach another child to love ships in bottles. He knew there would be both sadness and joy in it; that it would always hold an echo of me."
Bittersweet. This is a word I have not just known the definition to, but I've lived its meaning and it's not fun. I lived it when people saw me with Brooks and asked if he was my only one before innocently asking if I would have more. I lived it as I completed pre-school enrollment papers for him - leaving all of the contact information for the father blank. I lived it when getting Brooks his passport and I was told by three different people that I wouldn't be able to get it for him unless my husband was there with us too. Finally I had to just tell them that his death certificate was in my purse. Ah, yes, I know bittersweet. To an extent I live it everyday. But I also know redemption.
Yesterday I finished reading Redeeming Love and I related even moreso to the concept found there: I have been redeemed. The Lord didn't hang me out to dry; He sent me someone to live my life with and for that I will forever be grateful. My heart, which once was broken, has been repaired. It's full. It's content.
My sister got married a month ago and Patrick was able to come in town for her wedding. The Beasleys, Keith's parents, were also coming in town for her wedding and when they found out Patrick would be there they were happy because they could spend some time with him. Patrick's parents, the Copelands, also came in town for the celebration and they were able to meet the Beasleys. It was upon realizing that this situation could take place - a merging of my past with my future - that my heart was overflowing. In case that wasn't enough, both the Beasleys and the Copelands had breakfast together with Brooks the morning after the wedding. At one point we were all at my parents' house - Patrick, my parents, his parents, Keith's parents, Brooks and me - and as I watched everyone spending time together I could hardly comprehend it. I can't tell you how much it meant to me for that weekend to have happened.
My goal in the near future is to be a better blogger...we'll see. Now that I've finally sat down to write I feel like there are a million things I want to talk about. Have a good weekend. :)