I am sure there are times when everyone feels this way but my life feels like a dream. I hold my son - Barak - and I remember Zach and I don't remember. It is like the strangest deja vu ever. Both Matt and I on more than one occasion have called him Zach and we chuckle when we do. Because it isn't like we call him Zach b/c of some memory we do it out of some strange deja vu. Like hollaring Mattalyn when I really want to Halleah.
Holding Barak makes Zach seem like a dream... like a story I read a few years ago.
And then I say that and every time I looked at Barak the other night I cried. Tears of joy and sadness. Refreshing tears. Tears that reminded me that love, the love I have for my children is truly unconditional and never ever ending. Tears that remind me that this life is a journey that I continue to take one step and one day at a time.
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