Dear Emerson

Sometimes sweet girl we don’t get what we want.  Today was one of those days for Mama.  I didn’t even realize HOW much I wanted “it” until I was told it’s not mine.  Ironically it was actually between me and a dear friend whom I adore.  The reasons (not for the interwebz) were solid and I certainly understand, but at the moment I’m left at a loss.

Worse yet, I feel ridiculous being so upset.  As I write this your Godmother is recovering from surgery that will hopefully see her through to getting pregnant.  People are without jobs, without homes, without a lot more than my perceived loss. 

But here’s the thing I want you to remember:  everyone’s pain and heartache is there own.  Don’t compare it to someone else’s, it’s not now nor will ever be the same.  

Also, we don’t always get what we want.  There’s a saying that when God closes a door he opens a window.  I’m reminding myself of that now.  There’s change on the horizon, I just have to muster up the energy to find the window.