6 Months…

6 Months…Half a year…

That’s how long we’ve lived without you…

Half a year since everything changed.

I can’t believe it’s been 6 months since I last heard your voice or felt your arms around me.

I miss you in all the little ways – our routines, the laughter, your dad jokes, the way you called me “beautiful” every single morning. Your presence beside me in the small, ordinary moments.

The world keeps moving, but a part of me is still standing in that moment I lost you.

These past 6 months have been full of trying to figure out how to keep going – for me, for our son, for the life you would want us to live. Some days are harder than others, but God’s grace and love have met us in every one of them.

I’ve learned that love doesn’t end when someone is gone; it just changes shape. It become memory, strength, and faith – the reminder that we’ll see you again one day.

We talk about you all the time. Our son is growing, learning, and carrying so much of you with him – your strength, your humor, your heart. I know you’re watching over him, proud of the young man he’s becoming.

We both miss you more than words can say.

We’re still finding our way, leaning on God and holding onto your love and all the pieces of you that live on in us.

I hope you know how deeply you’re missed and how fiercely you’re loved. 💔