In 35 minutes, it will be exactly 16 weeks since Matthew died in his father's arms.
Every time I think my heart couldn't be more broken...I'm proven wrong.
I saw a little boy today...about Matthew's age...in an outfit that I have hanging in Matthew's closet...along with about 9 million and 6 other things of Matthew's...and I realized that the pain can and DOES go deeper.
Even when you think that you've hit rock bottom and the pieces of your heart simply can't get any smaller.
What's going to be left?
And do I even care?
Nothing there...nothing to hurt.