Today marks seven months since I last saw my husband smile.

It has been a whirlwind of days; most days better than others. The good days are filled with only two baskets of laundry and the regular noises of a busy household (which usually sounds like four animals stampeding through the house). Some days however, are incredibly crippling; tears running down my face as I find the receipt for the last bunch of flowers he got for me and Lena for Valentines. Small and insignificant things to some, but a heartbreaking reminder of our loss to me.

I started this blog several years ago, hoping to capture a victory over leukaemia and to be able show our children the journey their dad went on.  I’m going to continue this for them so they know that beyond the yelling and nagging (and yelling and nagging), their mama is trying her absolute hardest despite the toughest of days.

Over the weekend, we celebrated a new liturgical year in our Catholic faith. Our last few seasons of Advent were spent in the hospital so much of our regular traditions (like our annual dinner with friends, Cookie-Palooza, and singing around the Christmas tree) were forgotten. So this year, I decided we would bring back a few of those traditions and start some new ones. Here is to continuing the journey, grieving our loss, and raising my children.