Taking a nap on Luke's bed.

I've spent a lifetime trying to woman up to whatever life deals and put the positive spin on just about everything, but sometimes it feels good to let myself just accept what I'm feeling--no matter what it is--without judgment. I haven't spent much time in Luke's room because keeping busy and distracted is a good way to avoid what I'm really feeling. But today I was alone and I laid down on his bed and I felt sadness wash over me. Not the deep gut-wrenching kind (well, mostly not anyway)--there was enough of that the first few days he was gone. Just sadness because I miss him--I miss his presence in our home. And because I know that although he is working so hard and praying so hard to keep his spirits up, he is homesick for us too.

It's good to have a home one can be homesick for and to have a son one can feel sonsick for.

It's good to be able to feel sad.

And it's also good to get up and get back to work.