I pushed myself to meet a deadline to write today. The seasons are changing and with them my grieving process has recently shifted. Thoughts of my daughter are still very persistent, but I find myself thinking more and more about her father too.

Robert Emmett O’Leary, the second subject of my grief.

If you don’t already know, Eva’s father and I are now, regretfully, divorced. In the great state of Minnesota it took less than 2 weeks to process the paperwork and finalize the severance of our short-lived marriage. Like many, our story had a multitude of ups and downs. But, if I’m to be specific, the past 366 days have been the most challenging.

I promise I will explain our story as I continue to process my emotions about my ex-husband. For now, I wanted to share photos from our small, but very beautiful wedding. Because his parents didn’t attend our “California” wedding I felt guilty to share our photos on social media after we were married. In hindsight, I’m not even sure why I cared as much as I did…

Viewing our wedding photos brings tears to my eyes. I loved my husband. He truly was my closest friend when I married him and our Evita was conceived in love. I’ve spent many months processing the loss of our daughter but the season has come for me to process the loss of my marriage too. 💔

God is molding me into an incredibly fierce warrior!