It's been awhile since I posted, but I have been keeping up with my creativity challenge. Today I finally rearranged and hung up framed photos that have been patiently waiting in my basement since we moved here 4 years ago. I was trying to come up with ideas on what to place in some giant poster frames we've had laying around and I reopened 2005-2007, the years Josh was gone.
I thought it would be kinda cool to collage everything I had saved, which was everything we wrote each other while he was away. Romantic, right? I started reading a few notes from flowers he had sent me "home soon, babe. i love you." and I was right back in that hell of missing him. I bawled immediately and didn't read anything else. It took me by surprise that I still have such a strong emotional response after all this time. Such a tiny little message. I feel every hopeful, pain-filled word. I see my yellow walls, my blue cabinets in the kitchen, and the bouquet of fresh cut flow…
