I'm here in the middle of nowhere, along with a group of amazing widows, for a weekend of hunting.
I know. Michael and myself are shocked.
I not only have a camo shirt, but a camo poncho, hat, and sweater....
These women inspire me to keep trying new things, embracing my roots, and feeling Michael's pride through the life I continually decide to live after his death.
I know I'll leave here renewed and inspired, but even more, in touch with the me I love the most...one that doesn't or isn't pretending my past never happened, but embracing it to live a life we can both be proud of.
The kind with a smile on my face and heart.