Doesn't it feel good to be on the other side of a tragic/depressing event? As each day passes, the pain of what we went through 3 weeks ago becomes less and less. The memories will always be there, but I am so thankful that time does heal wounds. Every day I am blessed by looking out the window and seeing the precious sight of a mother and baby. They are so tender, so gentle to each other. BitterSweet is so different than Sweetums was as a baby. She was raised as our pet, by me bottle feeding her daily. He is being raised by his Mama, and has no interest in being a pet. He runs from us! But that is OK...his independent spirit will serve him well when he is the man of the pasture in the months to come.
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