Hello widow friends. I’m sorry we met. But I’m glad I know you.
Hello nights that last until 2 am. Sometimes because they are sad. But more often, because they are fun.
Hello to saying no, and feeling okay about it. I know what I can handle now, and I know what I cannot.
Hello 41. I’ll finally be older than Shawn ever was. I’m going to make it count.
Hello to eating dinner alone at a restaurant or having a drink by myself.
Hello to looking forward to vacation with my kids. I dreaded this “time off” for a long time, but now I know we can have a lot of fun together.
Hello to writing without rules and deadlines. I may not write a book this year. But I will write for me and I will write to connect with others.
Hello vulnerability. You lead to connection.
Hello cookbooks. I’m starting to remember that I like new flavors and meals that I make myself.
Hello to breaking the rules sometimes. Following them didn’t work so well anyway.
Hello sweet smell of my baby boy waking up next to me. No, you aren’t a substitute for your father. But you have his infectious laugh and his playful spirit.
Hello 2-way friendships.
Hello to trying new things.
Hello to being a middle school parent. How I’m going to do this without Shawn is beyond me. But I promise I’ll do the best I can.
Hello to running faster, longer, harder. The Cherry Blossom Race is in a few months. It’s 10 miles, and I’m going to cross that finish line.
Hello darkness. You aren’t so scary anymore.
Hello to managing my own finances and car repairs.
Hello friends, those who’ve stuck by me through the pain and the new ones I’ve met because of it.
Hello to pushing myself.
Hello parties in my backyard. It’s time to have those more regularly.
Image Credit: Stefanie Harrington Photography.