12/22/2025
Miggsy Monday Memory
Eleven years ago today, Jason walked back through our door after being gone for six long months.
The last time we’d seen him was in London, in June.
Joshua had missed his dad in a way only a child can—full-bodied, wholehearted, relentless. Just like I wrote in the caption of this photo, he barely left his side for days.
Grandma and Papa were there. Laughter filled the house. And for a moment, the world felt whole again.
That memory carries a familiar ache now.
Because our hearts still wait for another door to open.
Still imagine Joshua walking through it.
Still long for the sound of his voice filling the room.
And while that reunion hasn’t come yet, we hold onto this truth: he’s celebrating. He’s whole. He’s preparing for Christmas in the most beautiful place we can imagine.
One day—oh, one day—we’ll celebrate together again.
Until then, we keep choosing to —through the tears, the longing, and the sorrow—just the way Joshua would want us to.