Smile Because It Happened

I am, of course, addicted to Pinterest.  It is strangely addicting to keep track of a bunch of things that I'd like to get around to doing/making/eating someday, when I get done doing all of the things that I need to do/make/eat.  Which is never, apparently, and even though all these fantastic!brilliant!smart! ideas are there taunting me and proving me to be a failure at life?  I still continue to pin things.

It is sick.

But a while ago, I saw a quote on Pinterest and I'm sure it was credited to someone but who knows if that stuff is accurate anyway? 

I share very important opinions about the Internet with Abraham Lincoln.
Great minds, and all.

The quote was, "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."  And if you read this blog regularly at all I think that you can understand why that quote in particular stuck out to me.  And if you read this blog regularly, you can also understand why this stuck out to me, too.

Exactly.

After Ainsley died, I was shocked at how quickly everything happened.  You are expected to suck it up and start making arrangements, like, immediately.  And since we decided to have memorial calling hours, there was almost no time at all to get photos and memories together to display.

The day before the calling hours, the quote popped into my head.  I felt like it would be the perfect thing to display at the memorial.  It was how we felt.  We were (are!) happy for the time we had with Ainsley because you know what?  We didn't get that time with Evelyn. 

I emailed a friend and asked her if there was anyway that she could make something pretty for us super last minute, giving no detail other than the quote and asking for pink and purple.  And within minutes I had this piece of awesomeness:



Designed by Alison at Ten Tiny Toes

I am to the point where I don't feel guilty for being happy about something, or laughing.  Or enjoying the free time that was nonexistent for so long.  I can be sad that Ainsley is gone but it is ok for me to enjoy things.  I look at her pictures and videos and smile.  She was the best baby ever. 

The story of how I almost became a stripper those two semesters of college
that I had to take stats.

Plus, I'm not a stripper.  So that's good.  (I think.  I mean, they do make a lot of money, don't they??)