I'm working tonight on getting things in order for our first Friday weekend at the store. The shop has been a blessing in so many ways.
But the hard fact is that I wouldn't be doing it at all if, one year ago, things in my life hadn't come to a complete, heartbreaking stop.
These days are hard.
The trauma of what we endured keeps replaying in my head. Conversations with doctors. Driving in the car. Sounds. Silence... Every single minute of those horrific days is still crystal clear.
Occasionally someone will ask me about my shop name.
The thing is, (and Jane Austen fans will know this already) Pemberley is the name of the Darcy family estate in my favorite novel, Pride & Prejudice. And so my work at Pemberlie is dedicated to my little Darcy, the one I held for three hours, one year ago tomorrow. The perfect little sister with a knot in her cord.
Tonight and this weekend I am working as hard as I can. I need to be the best version of me. For her.
I welcome a full day of work tomorrow and this weekend with the same arms I held my sweet angel August 3, 2011.
Good night, Darcy. You are loved.