I feel like I'm finally starting to come out of my depression, almost like I can breath again. I had forgotten what it felt like to be happy, to be grateful for the little things. I had forgotten to be grateful for nice weather, Sunday night ice cream, the best of friends, and round little bellies. In the last couple of days I've found myself delighted by my children. I've realized that the old excitement I used to feel at Pete coming home is coming back. I'm starting to appreciate his jokes, his smiles, and how effortless it is for him to become my old friend again. I now laugh with my children when they laugh. Play when they want to play, and sing when they want to sing. I'm starting to feel like me again...and I'm beginning to think that I'm not so bad.
Stay tuned. Good things are afoot. I can feel it.
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