The title of this post was taken from the song I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack.
There's someone pretty special in my life, besides my three amazing angels and my amazing family. John, I've posted stuff by him on here before, allows me to grieve and be who I am right now, and then pushes me to find happy moments. He listens as I go on and on about Mike, and the crazy that is my life right now. It's fun to tell all my stories to someone who has never heard them, and nice to know I can repeat them if I need to find comfort in them. I'm learning how to move forward AND keep Mike's memory alive. Now, if I can keep this delicate balance in check I'll be doing good.
I want to end this post with a poem that I've read many times over the last year. It really makes me think.