But I've caught myself actually smiling and laughing and enjoying the little moments. I'm getting there. And I'm okay with that. Its going to sting when I see the first pic, or the words written in bold; but it's part of life. You get stung, you get a bandaid, and you let it heal until it does. Right? I know. Way harder than it sounds but I'm just trying to take it all in. I don't want to be feel like I'm living in a fantasy. Reality has hit me many times, and I've gotten through it. I'm getting through it and I will somehow, get through it. So sting away I guess. I'll take it with open arms.