Sunday would have been my 18th wedding anniversary to my late husband. And for the first time, I celebrated it as remarried widow. The fact that I am now remarried, did not stop me from celebrating my love story with ...
Sunday will be 4 years since my husband died. 4 years. 48 months. 1460 days. If you had asked me 4 years ago where I would be today, I would not have been able to give you ...
I have been a remarried widow for seven months. It feels like forever and yesterday all at the same time. Just like death. When Jared died, I swore I would never fall in love again and certainly never get remarried. ...
What has death taught me? It taught me to stop saying someday. None of us are promised tomorrow and we need to make each day “someday.” It taught me to live each day to the fullest. Because each day ...
As a widow, one of the hardest things for me was opening my heart up to new love. When you open your heart to new love, you take the risk of having it broken. You risk that your new love ...
When Jared died, I swore I would never date again. Never love again. Never let someone else parent my child. Well, how things have changed. 26 months after Jared died, he sent me an incredible man. A man who loves ...