The past four days have been some of the most intense days I have ever had. Daniel and I were in the hills of Pennsylvania for the marriage of two friends (which was the most charming and picturesque wedding and I’ll share details and pictures the minute I catch my breath). We also had an amazing visit with his family, an incredible worship experience at a lovely church down in the slums near Curtis Bay, and a crazy plane ride home.
But the memories of these past four days suddenly dimmed when Daniel and I turned into the Valley last night.
We found my parents burying Wolf.
For some reason, I never ached this much when I lost my hermit crabs or fish. (Is there a rule that states your pet must be larger than a breadbox before your heart grieves?)