One Day at a Time

Well, it's been a few days since I wrote something so I figured that today would be a good day. My last post was one of sadness but hope. This weekend I attended my best friend Cassie's baby shower. When I got the invitation I was apprehensive about going because of everything that has been going on in the last month or so. I finally just decided to go. I couldn't miss my best friends first baby shower. We've been friends for 13 years and I didn't want to let her down. When the morning of the shower came, my mom asked how I was doing and I was actually ok. It was the drive there that got me. I talked to my mom like nothing was wrong, but secretly I dreaded seeing her. Her pregnant belly would be the first thing I saw and I knew that I would be saddened by it. But when I got there and saw her for the first time in months, I couldn't help but see how beautiful she was, let alone the happiest I ever saw her. She was glowing. I was so happy for her that the pain of our loss seemed to subside. It was kind of a type of therapy for me to see her open her presents and eat cake and sandwiches with no worry in the world. God coaxed me to go so that I could come to terms with what happened. And he used my dearest friend to help me.