Truth. December has been a challenging month, that's for sure. The darkest days, literally, combined with cold weather and a helluva lot of snow making it nearly impossible to get out for our usual walk on many days. We've all been fighting a nasty cold that just won't seem to go away (and I haven't been sick in 8 years so I'm a big baby about it), and combined with Lily cutting some serious molars, sleep has been rather lacking. Then on top of it all there were a whole series of setbacks and delays with #PranaVidaStyle that created so much stress ... And then there was Christmas. There were definitely beautiful and joyful times with family and friends, but there's also a real sense of loss and grief that the holidays seems to hollow out deeper. It's hard to believe this was our third Christmas missing Landon. The sharp edge of grief does soften in time but there will always be a void, a missing piece - and it only seems emptier at this time of year. But now that I've written my woes, I can also choose to see them from a different perspective: the setbacks have been lessons learned, the sick days and housebound days have meant extra cuddles, the heartache is love and the emptiness is really actually fullness of feeling. The passing of the winter solstice means the darkest days are over and it only gets brighter from here. ๐
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