That’s the only way to describe our life right now. ~One step at a time~
It’s been a month now, since everything fell apart again. Some moments are good, many are rough.
In trying to keep life as ‘normal’ as possible for the kids. There have been both successes and failures. I look forward to a time when the last memory of each holiday is from our ‘new’ life.
Traditions are important, but when something like this happens there is the hard question of what traditions do we keep and which do we make new and different?
Halloween was the first small step into figuring that out.
I thought it would be a great idea to attend fall festivals, thinking it would be a good easy first step into celebrating holidays with our new family dynamic. The kids and I always did fall festivals alone before, so I thought it would be an easy tradition to keep. Turns out being surrounded by ‘whole’ families having a great time together is suddenly difficult when yours is broken.
I’m afraid of Thanksgiving and Christmas. It’s already been the toughest year of my life, but I fear these next two months are going to be the hardest yet. January seems a long, hard way off.