Easter Saturday

Life right now feels like Easter Saturday, that in-between time between Christ's death on Good Friday and his resurrection on Easter Sunday.

I am still in sorrow over Paula's death, struggling to understand, bewildered by it all still, much as Jesus' disciples must of been after his death.

However, unlike the disciples on that Saturday, I know how the story goes. I know that Easter morning lies around the corner. I know that Christ has defeated death and that all things wait to be fully renewed.

There are new and exciting things for Micah and I in the coming year, but we're not quite there yet. We are still in this place between the old and the new, between sorrow and joy, longing for the past but waiting with hope for the future.

Happy Easter.

311 Days

Today, Good Friday, is the 311th day since Paula died.

Micah was 311 days old when he miraculously survived the crash that killed his mother.

Starting tomorrow, Micah's life will have been more without Paula than with her. As time marches forward, these 311 days will become a smaller and smaller proportion of his life.

I lament that life goes on and pushes out our former life. All we have now are stories, memories, photographs, and a few cherished possessions. But it is her that we want, that we miss so much.

Trucks

For those who have been with Micah in the past month or so, you will know that he is infatuated with trucks. He will play with his toy trucks for hours; at his grandparents' he will stand by the window and exclaim "tchruuck!" whenever one passes; when we drive, he points out every truck that he sees. He loves trucks.

If only he knew that it was a truck that took his mother from him.