Today was one of those days when I got a glimpse of what could have been.
We had our first showing this morning, so I opted to take Savannah and Mason to Walmart (Mason is the 3 year old I have been babysitting a couple of days a week). I was only there to return an item I had purchased last night, so I decided not to worry with a shopping cart. I had Savannah on my left hip and was walking hand in hand with Mason on my right side. I couldn’t help but think about the little boy on my right being Andrew. Granted, Mason and Andrew are about a year apart so it’s not a direct comparison, but I couldn’t help but visualize it.
I didn’t break down in tears in the parking lot or loose it when I got back to the car. But, in that moment, I couldn’t help but think about what it could have been with Andrew. I miss my little boy every single day and find myself picturing life with him quite often.
Just thought I’d share. 🙂
I'm so sorry it has to be this way…
I've been doing a lot of that with all the holiday events going on–thinking about what could have been.