Wow, I am going to be okay.

Recently I went to a lunch with Jodie and her Spanish Class. They were there to practice ordering food in Spanish and I was there to transport and enjoy the moment. I ate lunch with Jodie's classroom teacher, her Spanish teacher and another parent. What an amazing time. We seemed to all have a great time and shared many stories back and forth about adoption (one lady had adopted a child), about missions, about school, about life. I realized that in the two years since Beth had died that this was the first time I had been in a group that I wasn't upset mentally or emotionally about "how everyone else could have a normal life and that mine would never be the same", first time that I was able to converse with others and not feel the "pain of my loss" wondering if I should bring up Elizabeth's name and tell them the story. For the first time I felt that with God "I was going to be okay", that "I would survive".