Sometimes the past (i.e. what happened this summer and in Mexico) smacks me in the face and I realize I have a lifetime of recovery ahead of me.
I'm going to start this one off by saying thank you...again. Being able to sit down and write and know that there are people out there who actually read has probably been the one single thing that has helped me the most since everything happened this summer. I think its 2am, I can't sleep and there is no where but here that I have to unload everything that is racing through my brain. Yesterday, I was exhausted. Probably a combination of being pregnant, the holidays, I'm sleeping on a borrowed bed in my own bedroom and I'm living out of suitcase. Bubs and I had a literal magical evening on Friday. We got to have our candlelit dinner, we walked around the neighborhood to look at the Christmas lights and take note of how so much has changed, who still lives in what house, who has moved, etc.. And when we got home it was even warm enough of for us to grab a blanket and lay on double chaise lounge by the pool and drift off to sleep before getting up and going to bed inside...