The last few weeks I’ve curled inward, licking my wounds.
(I betcha you couldn’t tell…)
Brian and I have obviously been having our problems. But the truth of the matter is, you can’t traverse this road without getting a little out of breath. I was prepared for there to be problems. I was prepared for it to be a difficult climb. But I also knew at the end of the day that the view from the top would be worth it. l
I’m only half way up the hill and so far the view has been astounding.
Sometimes I fall. Sometimes I skin my knees. Sometimes I let myself stay down for far too long. It’s time to keep moving.
Brian and I will be fine, whatever the outcome. We’re attempting to move forward as a unit. This unit may not stay in tact when all is said and done, but it will always remain a family. And if I have learned anything in the last few months it is that the definition of family is fluid. It is always growing and changing and evolving. It can be the stereotypical family: man, wife and kids. It can be a single mom filling the role of two (and making the rest of us look bad). It can be two mothers and their son. It can be a set of parents that have split, but still love their children and would work together and apart to move Heaven and Earth for them.
Family isn’t in the marriage agreements. It’s in the love that ties them together.
In that news… I have a date on Saturday with Nicole. She’s taking me to a local club. I’ve never been and find myself a little anxious about it.
Ironically… it was Brian that convinced me to accept the invitation.
I know he hasn’t given up on us, and that is not why he encourages me to go. It’s that good or bad, he cares about me and my wellbeing and will put that first.
(Well now I just feel selfish!)
So come Monday morning I will have a shiny new post for you all about my date on Saturday.
(Wish me luck!!)
… And in other news…
I’ve had these adorable little ankle biters running around my desk for the past 6 weeks. And although I am sad to say it, it’s time to adobt them out into other loving, kitten-friendly homes.
(As I type this one has actually curled up on my lap… too cute!)
Happy Weekend Ladies and Gentlemen.
I hope this finds you well. And if it does not find you well… don’t give up. We all go through it. Lick your wounds while you have to. But pick back up and keep fighting.
….You’ll make a kitten cry if you don’t…