Frozen Pizza

It’s the little things no one warns you about. Like the frozen pizza you randomly come across in the freezer.

I was looking for an ice cream cone for Caroline tonight, and came across a Kidfresh frozen pizza that Huddy loved to eat. I’m pretty sure he ate one his last day here with us.

It’s all the little things that hurt so badly. Our saved family Chick-fil-A order with “chicken nuggets, French fries, “yemonade” and ketchup!” for Hudson. The random songs on my Spotify he always wanted to hear. (Long Neck Ice Cold Beer, Brand New Man, Can’t Stop the Feeling) Little toys I come across that are strewn across our house. Caroline pointing out “Hudson’s seat” at the dinner table. His favorite shows on our DVR that I refuse to delete. All these daily reminders that 1/4 of our family is gone… Forever.

No one prepares you for these things. For everyone else moving on with their lives, all while yours still feels completely still. You grieve in the weirdest ways, and differently every day. As you plaster on a brave face to make it through the day for your sweet baby girl.