Today is day 371.
I have no idea how or where to pick up where I left off. Maybe it will happen, but likely it won't. I need to remember, but I also want to forget. It wasn't all bad, but it got damn hard. And then there was grace. Oh, sweet grace.
I'm smiling again. And gum-chewing too.
This morning I ran, and I felt free. It felt so good. Lisa and I spoke on the phone over dishes, and I felt like I was home. Here I sit in this old familiar chair, six days into our second year. I'm missing home and finding it too.
Mostly, I'm glad about it.