You’re Always on My Mind.

I’ve been writing this post in my head for 364 days. I’ve been writing it in many forms but every time I sit down to actually write it, nothing comes. It started with no intro, it started with Dear #$!#$ Baby, it started with Dear Daver. One for me, one for the kid to learn about his uncle, one for my brother. It was a timeline of events of the week. It was a description of who he was. It was an introspective of how I handled (or didn’t handle) the grief I was left with.

While I think all those things still need to be written, I feel like this just needs to be a reflection of the past year. And someday I’ll muster up the courage to tell the whole lot of stories that need to be told. Even with that being said, I’m finding it hard to find the words to say the things I’m not sure to say.

I just cannot figure out how to say what’s in my heart and been rolling in my head since February 24, 2013.

I’ve started and restarted and been distracted and poured a drink and deleted and began again. Repeat.

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Thanks, You Turkeys.

So much has happened in the past year that it would be hard to be my pessimistic self and not be thankful today.

I am thankful that my pregnancy was easy, drama free and added something so key to my life it is hard to imagine a day without it. I am thankful for my family, both the little one here and the rest of it spread across the country. I am thankful that I’ve had the opportunity to stay home and hang out with the little dude. And watch TV. All day.

I am thankful for the bourbon and bacon that will soon cover my turkey.

And of course, I am thankful for you guys who continue to read my nonsense. I would probably still be here without you, but talking to myself, and I do that enough during the day to not need to do it all over the interwebz.

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with all the %!$#^  things you like best.