Being Derek's wife was the best of all. We were so happy, I know that identity was a perfect fit. He had such a way of letting me shine, but it was always Team Griffith in the end. Yesterday, shopping with my friend, I found a shirt that was kinda cute. Would he have liked it? Is funky cowgirl my style anymore? Does it fit my future, which I have no plan for yet? I got panicky and put it back. Who am I? What do I like? Where would I wear it? Would I be going by myself and if so would it draw too much attention? I let doubt take over and decided without Derek here, I don't know who I am anymore.
I confided in my friend. I prayed.
Today, I remembered a little poem I wrote back in August. I was in a place where I was pretty content with who I am.
It dawned on me all those things are still true. That may be the only thing in my life that hasn't changed. Country girl or sports fan? Business minded or poet? Why can't I be all of the above? I am a daughter of the King. He has made me unique. No labels. Just me.
I know Derek would love that, because he loved me.
My new horse hair tassel necklace and my old baseball keychain. I bought them both because at the time, they "spoke" to me. Yes, I notice what they have in common...
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