52 Weeks

52 weeks. 52 weeks is basically a whole year minus a couple days. 52 weeks is how long since we have eaten as our “party of 5”. That hurts. Just last week I pulled out a 5th glass because in my head everyone was here for dinner… But they were not. If you know us, you know we have a Thursday night spaghetti night tradition. It Started with Jeff’s family growing up. So after we married we continued. As the boys grew up they started hating spaghetti so I would change it up so long as they still came to eat with us every Thursday night. And they did! 52 weeks ago was our last Thursday night supper with all 5 seats filled. 52 meals he should have been here with a can of Bubbly and a big hug for his mama. 52 weeks ago, I got one of his awesome hugs and an “I love you too” as he pulled out of my driveway for the last time.

I am so thankful I hugged his neck before he left. I am so thankful that we were intentional with those Thursday night dinners. I am so thankful I had 24 years with my sweet boy!!!!!

Being honest- we don’t eat spaghetti on Thursdays very often any more. We eat it, but it’s ok to eat it on a Monday now if we want it. And anytime we go eat or whatever- planning or saying “for 4” – it’s like pouring salt in an open wound- hurts every time. Can’t explain it….. but it does