Gratitude

I have to admit...when my world gets shaken up a bit I have the greatest support team.

I am feeling so much better and the hole in my heart is slowly healing.

I had friends, old and new, calling and sending gifts of love letting me know that I am in their thoughts.

Every day I would get random texts asking if I was surviving.

My family called and cried with me.

And through it all I had Jeff making me laugh.

I'm not going to turn this into a sappy post, instead I'm going to post how I know Jesus loves me:

Its kinda hard to tell but on my way down to my dads the day after Cheri's death I spotted a midget motorcycle gang.

Token's like this are few and far between.