Feelings

It has been 8 months.

I should have an almost 5 month old baby girl screaming at me while I try to type this.

My days have gotten easier. My nights are still long.

I am happy and joyful again. I smile when I think of Aria, instead of cry.

I love more than I have before, but I ache more than I ever have before too.

I feel.

I let myself feel.

When I'm happy, I embrace it. When I miss her, I cry. When my kids are being goofy, I laugh. When my hubby tells me I'm beautiful, I melt.

I'm at a good place.

I am honestly surprised that I can say that, with honesty.

Sure, I still have my hard moments and my rough days, but my good is far more.

I CHOSE to be happy.

I DECIDED that I wanted to be happier than I wanted to be sad.

I PICKED living life!!