I feel like I’m creeping back to this blog a different person, so I’m not 100% sure where I should start. These eight months…oh my goodness, I could have never been prepared. I have been buried in a pit of depression and then happier than I’ve been in years. I have been excited about changes and then terrified of the unexpected. I have felt hopeful and then I have felt let down. And I can count on one hand the moments I felt complete peace.

It has been.. A whirlwind.

Monday morning I woke up in our (still unpacked) bedroom, fed the dogs, made breakfast, and then sat down at our kitchen table and cried. A good cry. (Granted, some/most of that may have been hormone induced.) Things are starting to feel somewhat normal around here and I am so grateful for it I could burst at the seams. Nothing has been normal this year. As someone who cowers at the thought of change, I am so fucking proud of myself. I will get through this year and look back and know I never quit and I never lost control. I made tough decisions and I saw them through. I learned the value of family. I let go of a lot of things I hated about myself and I finally let myself grow.

We are approximately 8 weeks (or less) away from meeting our Cordelia and while we are still struggling to get everything in order, I’m finally starting to feel a little more ready.

I miss blogging. I really do. It’s become such a big part of who I am, even if that sounds super lame. But I’m thankful for the break. I don’t see myself setting a blog schedule again any time soon, but I know I want to take photos and share more. So I’m going to make an honest effort to try to do so.