There have been many changes in the past few years. Not just the pandemic and the craziness that came with that; but also here in our little world. My (Alice) grandmother passed away in December of 2018 and my mother passed away in January of 2019. That was a really hard year.
But, as life kept going, kids went to school, pandemic started. That was a time to reflect, time to place boundaries in life, time to put myself and my mental health first. Kids couldn’t go to school, Bob worked 70-80 hours a week regularly, it was tough. That was a really hard year too.
In 2021, we tried to get life back up and going, went up north with the kids, swam in Lake Huron, fished, kayaked, camp fires, all the fun summer things. And a positive pregnancy test.
Pregnancy flew by, kids were excited to meet their new sibling. He was born on January 25th, 2022. My mom passed away January 24th, 2019. Coincidence? Or a beautiful gift from my mom that I miss more than I could ever put into words?
