January feels like the month that never ends.
But we’re here. We’ve made it to the last day. January 31st!
Can I get a halle-freaking-lujah?
The whole month is:
Cold.
The sun is out less.
The holidays are done and celebrated.
Christmas bills are coming due.
And for me. I have Rory’s birthday looming.
Where there used to be excitement.
There’s apprehension.
Where there used to be joy.
There’s anxiety.
I frame January with love and service trying to help push me through the month.
It works. It helps me. A lot.
But it doesn’t take away the fact that we’ll be celebrating her birthday without her in a few days.
Ugh. I miss her.
But I’m going to take this small accomplishment. I did it!
Goodbye messy, hard January. Until next next year.
I love this picture.
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I have a post planned for the future of all her in all her messiness. ππ
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