It's a new year and, if you've ever stopped by here before, I bet you can figure out what my resolution is.
I've missed writing. I love being able to look back at Newlywed Moments I wrote about with B. I hate that I've missed the past 18 month, but a lot has happened.
First, I've survived, in every sense of the word. I survived fabulous family trips, memorable holidays, and another anniversary with B. And in the midst of that, I survived, three pregnancies, only one of which resulted in a too-good-to-be-true baby. I survived the birth of our daughter, O, and every snuggle, bath, swaddle, and story since.
For weeks, I didn't write because my mind was consumed with happy baby news, and then I didn't write (at least not here) because I couldn't handle sharing the grief with anyone. Then the cycle repeated and I honestly thought I might die of heartbreak. If you're a IRL friend reading this and am hurt I didn't tell you, know that this is so not about you; I didn't tell you because I needed to have you, my daily lifeline, be normal so that I could breathe.
But I'm still here, still standing, and I have so much to tell you. Starting with, hello.
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Hello right back at you! Write when it works for you, where it works for you. Whatever works for you. Thank you for surviving. Keep breathing. You are loved, and I am one of those who love you! (so much!)
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