Progress. Right?

Some days I feel like there is no progress in this walk that your daddy and I are taking. Maybe because there really isn't. I can pretty much speak for the both of us when I say we have come to terms with the way that things are. We may not like them but we have come to terms with them and have learned to live with them. What other choice do we have right? We are no longer the one's calling the shots here and we are well aware of that. Anyway. Today I went to the paint store and bought samples of paint to brighten up the master bath and the wall behind the television. These are small steps to an already big project we started. There are so many things that have changed around here since you have been gone. Your room is no longer pink (it is not like you ever stayed in there anyway). We got a bigger television and new carpet. Another dining room table and some other things. We really took no time after you left before we cleaned out most of your things. Maybe I am going to kick myself in the pants for that later down the line I am not sure yet. There are still some things that are here that belonged to you. I still find some stray toys that went with this or that or a binky that you did not take with you. I smile most of the time when I think about you and what you could be possibly doing at any given time. I know your possibilities are endless. We miss you so much. Then there are days where I just want to sit and cry because we miss you so much. I guess it is called progress all the way around. Right?

Happy 3 years and 3 months Jv. 5/5/2014