We can feel it. The odd prickle of anticipation, of hope.
It's no secret that the last few years have been the most painful in my life thus far. I paused writing here as fear, darkness, and depression seized our household. Last year was exceptionally difficult and I marvel that we all survived the Dark Period. Now here we are, in a different year, a different season. But it has taken a bit of time and a lot of effort to shed the hold last year had on Alex and me.
I realize all that sounds melodramatic, but if you've ever been in the clutches of major depression yourself or walked helplessly alongside a spouse or close friend as they struggled through it, it's quite mystifying to be on the other side looking back. How did we survive that?
You guys, Flavia and Lulu are almost out of foster care. We're so close to finalizing their adoptions that hope has illuminated all the dark areas of fear hiding in my heart, and I'm leaning in to the light. We're all moving forward, in our own ways, as a family. Growing, learning, healing. It's so much better than simply surviving.