I think I’m beginning to (slowly) bloom again.
Though the process of rebooting and recharging before the bloom is painful, it seems to be a requirement.
A big way to become bright and bold again is to allow love and support from others.
I am absolutely humbled and honored by my family and all of you who have commented, hugged, emailed, dropped off flowers, Facebooked, shared tears, Tweeted me, and sent me happy, uplifting thoughts the past week. Even though my response is similar to each of you, my heart breaks open with gratitude each and every time. Taking in your grace and encouragement is so beautiful and I am happy to accept it, and overall, and I truly mean this from the depths of my being…thank you.
Fair warning here: I’m about to gush about my husband. I would be remiss not to mention the best and most unexpected (give me a sec) support of all: Bryan. It’s not that I didn’t expect him to be anything short of amazing when it came to this kind of love, but I never imagined we’d have to go through it. Everything that I experienced, he instinctively knew just what to do. I never thought I could love him more, yet, I really do. Gratitude doesn’t begin to cover it. I don’t even think love is the appropriate word…it’s something bigger.
This experience of miscarrying, as odd as it to think, and to say, has seemed to give me more emotional capacity in all forms. I feel deeper, I have a clearer sense of direction and drive, and that whole love thing for everyone and everything is off the chart. I wish it wouldn’t have had to come with such a sad experience, but, like so many say…everything in life happens for a reason. I want to make this experience’s outcome a good one.
For now, I’m trying to stay in a place of open, mindful positivity. Again, thank you for all your support.
Here’s to blooming!
…for all of us!