I've kind of taken this week off to work on quilts and focus on my awesome little boy because this is the day he turns 4 years old.
It's hard to believe it's been 4 years! Sometimes it feels like he's been here forever, a smiling face and cheerful presence my whole life. He really is the most happy, outgoing person I've ever met!
But sometimes it feels like he's only been here 4 minutes, the memories of his birth still so fresh in my mind.
Last year this was a hard day for me because the deep hole of post partem depression was still knocking at my door.
This year, I can feel the space I've put between myself and that pain, the miles of emotion I've tread while creating Shadow Self, My Cup Runneth Over, and Sinkhole.
I've gotten a little distance from all that darkness, but I think it will always be an aspect of my life. It's another little patch on my quilt. It doesn't define me, but it is, and always will be, a piece of me.
So today while I give many hugs and kisses to my baby, who is not really a baby anymore, but a fully potty trained, extensively talking, BIG boy, I'm also going to take a little time for myself to celebrate the time that has passed and the distance I've climbed out of that hole.
To the journey,