I can't believe that Dan is 9 months old . . . and Dad has been dead for 9 months. I don't love that his birthday will always be marked by a much more solemn remembrance. But, that's how it rolls in my family. My Granny died on my cousin Sissy's birthday, just to name another instance of this.
It's been a freaking fast year. So much has changed. If you had told me 10 years ago that I would be a married baby momma by the time I was 30 I would have flipped you the bird and called you a stupid idiot. Well, looks like I'm the stupid idiot. Everything I've ever wanted I have. I have a wonderful husband who fits me like God cast our molds together. I have a wonderful sweet amazing son. I have a rewarding job. I have a wonderful family that loves me for me, even with my many warts.
God is so GOOD! I don't deserve any of this, which is the beauty of how he works. Thank you Lord!