Still the lucky one

I was looking up a post on the FB page for Luminous Light Studio and got caught up on some other ones as well. Here they are:

The language of grief

is spoken in silence.

Often through tears

and insurmountable pain

but it is also spoken in great love.

For every tear wept

and every ounce of pain felt,

love is felt tenfold.

-Jessi Snapp

Some nights,

I stop to stare at the stars.

I look up and whisper your name,

ever so gently.

For as long as the stars burn in the

night sky, my love for you

burns just as bright.

-Jessi Snapp

You are the reason I keep living onward.

-LLS

Part of post from the weekend:

This time of year, my heart always aches. But I know I'm still the lucky one. No matter how hard it is. He's mine. He will always be mine. And I'm the lucky one who gets to live a rich and beautiful life because he taught me how. And one day I'll get to hold him again and tell him just how grateful and how damn lucky I am to be his momma. And after all this time I would still choose him and do it all over again. Because after all this time love still grows in the deepest parts of my heart that have been carved out just for him.  -LLS