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sharing happy

 

 

I have often felt a guilty pang sharing the happy moments.

 

Sharing Happy 1

 

Because of Trevor’s medical challenges I am very sensitive to those that are living some of the darkest moments of their lives right.this.very.moment.

 

Sharing Happy 2

 

I never want anyone to feel like I’m rubbing our “happy” in.

 

If that makes sense.

 

Sharing Happy 3

 

It also drives me bonkers that people see a snap-shot in time and so easily believe it represents the whole.

 

Trevor has many, many happy moments.

 

I cherish them deeply. He has taught me how to appreciate glimpses of beauty in a way that would never have been possible without him.

 

Sharing Happy 4

 

But our happy is always mingled with tragedy.

 

Brokenness.

 

In so many of those happy moments we see glimpses of the boy he could have been…

 

and our hearts smile-grieve.

 

And long deeply for the day when Healing washes over him…and us all.

 

Sharing Happy 5

 

Snapshots…

 

coupled with distorted perceptions…

 

could never share the whole story.

 

But nothing other than living IN the story can ever fully capture it.

 

my cuties

 

This past year in particular…I have been overwhelmingly drawn to embracing the happy moments. Cherishing them even more. And sharing them too.

 

Maybe it’s because Trevor could have died last year. Indeed, his sister still has nightmares that he did. So scary was that night.

 

Maybe it’s because we’ve faced some other real health scares this year as well. The kind that effect Trevor but don’t belong to him.

 

Sharing Happy 7

 

Maybe it’s because this world is so saturated with sadness and groady and bitterness on every side that sharing our happy moments with each other isn’t only sweet…

 

Sharing Happy 6

 

it’s necessary!

 

…danielle

 

 

These thoughts have been swirling in my heart for a while. Sharing them today was inspired by this post. Which you should totally read!

Comments

blogzilly said…
Nice photos. I like 'em.

You have a lot of guilt. We all do in some way or another, I think. I know I could certainly use a dose of your optimism and faith. I admire it a great deal, by the way. Not sure if I told you that recently.

I know that is something that is earned, not given. You work for it. I do not. That is the difference. I didn't just fall off the turnip truck. Why I don't reach out and grab it, I do not know.

I think most people in the SN community get that one image doesn't tell your whole story. Or two or three. Outside of that? Easier forgotten perhaps.

But yeah...anyway, so...keep being inspirational...:)
July 11, 2014 at 9:04 AM
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