At the start of each new year of preschool, the teacher asks for a family photo for the bulletin board. Last year and the year before, I quietly failed to submit one, because our family isn't complete. And it never will be, at least not on this side of Heaven. So the easiest way to cope with that truth was always to ignore the assignment entirely; to hold my breath until the day the happy pictures were all removed and quietly slipped into the kids' cubbies to take the trip home for good.
But this time, for reasons I can't really explain, I felt a surge of strength, printed some images, and turned them in. And up they went, alongside those submitted by Brady's little classmates: one of the five of us from our trip to Florida last October, and one of Logan, back before life changed.
It's not a perfect solution --our family is still represented by two images, which emphasizes our earthly separation-- but it marked an important development in my life: a willingness to turn in those photos and actually smile once they'd been posted on that board.
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