"Expect the Unexpected" was the theme to my prom senior year, which I got a real kick out of at the time...like was someone going to jump out and scare us? Should we show up with a survival kit?
Despite the hype, I don't think anything "unexpected" happened at prom that year (except maybe someone having a little too much fun at the pre-prom party, and I don't think was entirely unexpected). Lately though, that is the phrase that has been running through my head.
This time of year snuck up on me. October 6th through November 18th is what I will always think of as Rip's time I guess. The day I went in the hospital through the day he went to heaven.
I feel like last year, I knew what to expect. It was the dreaded year of firsts...I was prepared to feel sad, to cry, to remember.
This year it snuck up on me, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. I didn't know how I would feel this year, as I've said many times before I miss Rip every day so why should this time of year be any different? It just is. I feel more tender, cry more easily. I think about where I was two years ago more often. Everything is just more.
But I do mean everything. Trips to the pumpkin patch with Gracie mean more. A long walk means more. The comfort of home means more. The fact that I had a little boy and what I choose to do with my life will be a reflection of his, that means a lot more.
I've come to expect the unexpected. In light of Rip's birth and death, that may seem like a bad thing-but truly it is not. Because whether or not we choose to admit it, a lot of the time it is human nature to expect the worst. The unexpected comes when we get to rock our babies to sleep at night or kiss our husbands or remember what it was like to feel that baby kick for the first time. Yes, some of those memories, the ones to do with my baby in heaven, are and probably always will be bittersweet. But of all the ways I expected my life to be those unexpected moments make it all worthwhile.
So if you see me in the next month, and the tears come a little easier or the memories a little bit faster, just know that I am okay. It's just that sometimes one of God's littlest angels blows a kiss my way (unexpectedly).