I found this post from a year ago while scrolling through some messages. I was thinking about where I was a year ago this week, remembering how I was feeling just a few days after taking my relationship with S to the next level, and just a few days before my solo vacation to Savannah.

A year later I still feel the same, even though I no longer practice gratitude daily in the form of writing in my journal. I still have days when I wonder how I got so lucky. There are days when I have to deal with something that connects me to the past and makes me sad or nostalgic. But each day I’m still thankful to be here, to be near my children, to have someone in my life that I love, someone who wants to spend time with me and love me, and a beautiful town to call home.