A little slice of heaven...

I was given my first Christmas gift last night and it was so very special. It was a small handmade gift by my best friend, but what was in it was priceless. Ever since the break up I have lost the ability to visit Pumpkin's little grave or be able to take care of the garden I planted. I felt robbed. If you know me, you know how the death of Pumpkin has affected me.

Anyway, I've been missing her an insane amount lately. I was cautioned before opening the box that it was a gift with sentimental value and that she even shed some tears making it. I automatically assumed it was going to be a picture of us from the 7th grade. Little did I know or expect to lift the lid and see an ornament with pictures of Pumpkin inside of it. Before I could control myself, I just started crying. Here it was, here was my own personal piece of Pumpkin. I no longer had to miss the garden or her grave. She had given me my own remembrance of Pumpkin.

I will cherish this forever. All this hullabaloo may seem a bit much if you've never owned a pet or have had the pleasure of having that one special pet. Receiving this gift has also signaled a closing of a chapter in my life. It came at the right moment and I'm not ignoring the sign. I'm not sure if I can explain it,  but I feel as though I have all that I need to move forward.

The universe was listening to my heart and gave to me what I've been praying for: a little piece of Pumpkin. I haven't been praying for a reconciliation, but for peace of heart and closure. I don't want him back and I wouldn't take him back. My love for Pumpkin has been slowly helping my heart mend.

This ornament has brought these painful last few months to full circle and I'm ready to start new.
I am prepared to clean my own slate, with warmth in my heart.