One of my goals this year is to blog twice a month. Well... this is February and I already failed by missing January. I'm not beating myself up over it though, I'm just picking it up and moving forward this month! In January I thought about blogging but I just didn't feel like I had anything to say. I didn't feel like I had anything I could write about that would end at a positive place. I don't like to just word dump all of my issues and then not follow up with some encouraging words. I still don't feel like I have anything super encouraging to say but I'm here and we will see where this goes. In January Jorge left for deployment, the 2 months leading up to it were very draining. Full of a lot of anxiety and worry and all the things that I couldn't control. It got to the point where I just wanted him to go already so we could get to regular life. He ended up having to leave a day earlier than we expected and that was really hard on all of us. Af
Sitting on the floor, looking up at the big green tree I felt so happy, such joy. I looked up the gorgeous stairs and to the high ceilings in a home that wasn't mine. It wasn't anyone's home. It was a model home and it was where we celebrated our Christmas that year. When I was a kid I loved Christmas! What kid doesn't?! I loved the cookies, the food, the gifts, but most of all I LOVED having so many people around. Family was the absolute best part of Christmas for me. I grew up with 2 sets of grandparents plus a step-grandma, each one of them spoiled me like crazy. I didn't have a ton of cousins but it always felt so full, packed in tiny houses, it was so comfy. As I grew older Christmas changed a little, but not too much. It wasn't until my mom and step dad got a divorce that things changed. Suddenly Christmas' felt smaller, it was not as big and grand as it had been. My stepdad would give us amazing gifts for Christmas and his family was a big part