Tonight I am grateful for a sister who can fall asleep with the lights on while I read countless hours into the night from a journal that I received from Aaron. I am thankful for his sweet mother and for the fact that she can bear to share her son with me. Because "he also wanted you to have this.." sounded an awful lot like a flood in my ears. The way she framed the painting and handed me his journal that he sent home. The fact that no matter how much I coach myself, the tears always win and will continue to win because that's just how I was made I guess. How I felt like I was about to burst because I was holding five months worth of words from Aaron in my hands, all for me. I am thankful for his mother who keeps her composure and for his father who falls apart in the armchair. Then there's me in the middle, tear streaked and brimming with a heart full of love and missing and happiness and the reality that we are in love.