Today, the sun is brighter. The birds sing louder, I shower the baby with infinite kisses. I left a love letter out for Dave last night, to read when he got up for work this morning. Maxie got pancakes for brekky. I told Tim I loved him ... which is sometimes awkward, as he is my teenage stepson. (Awkward only because I feel like he thinks I expect him to say it back, which I don't ... I just want him to know how much he means to me).
Cliches are cliches for a reason .... life is precious, love your loved ones, etc.
We just found out that Dave is in complete remission. Remission ... how I love that word! The sweetest, most best word EV-AH. (Pic is of us kissing, last year sometimes. Shadowkissing.)
Goodbye, cancerous tumours. May you never darken our doorway again.
For the first time in seven months, I can breathe. I vow to not live in fear anymore. Life will unfold as it will, regardless of what I do, say, or plan.
I'm off to wrap presents. Merry freakin Christmas indeed!!!!