is kind of eerie...a year ago right now we were in the thick of it...driving back to the agency with Darby...giving her back to Roxana...I'm so eager to get past these next few hours.
I just went back and read my own words from that night, and am reeling in those emotions, but most of all mystified that we survived it. Never did I NEED this blog more than I did in those few days...every kind word that was written to me ultimately saved me...it might seem dramatic, but it's true...the support of others carried us through this.
Secretly for years I had always worried about Sean and how he would be if something terrible happened...if and how he might change from it...if I would lose what we have together. That night a year ago has reassured me now and forevermore that he is an astounding man...over this past year going through all of this with him has made me fall deeper in love than I ever thought possible. I asked him last weekend if he could go back and change everything that happened would he...and his answer was the same as mine...no. I have always deeply believed that everything happens for a reason and 365 days later I can feel it...I can't put it into words exactly because there's no truly tangible proof...just my little family going through our days...and overall I have a greater appreciation for everything that involves.
So back to daily life...today I got have breakfast and a little retail therapy with Lisa & Tara. I've been meaning to start an herb garden for awhile now and got a chance today to buy some tiny peat pots & seeds then spent this afternoon potting them...chives, dill, rosemary, flat-leaf parsley and thyme...all color-coded ala craft paint and popsicle sticks...
and then during retail therapy I found this rusty end table that will be a great little home to my new herb garden...I gathered some pots from the side of the house...the previous owners left some back there which I didn't totally realize until today how many even though we've been here for almost seven years...of course I was too scared of what might come crawling out the corner to really get back there and gather more...
How freaking Barefoot Contessa am I going to be when I'm heading out to my backyard to get some fresh herbs to cook dinner with? Of course that's assuming I can actually get them to thrive or something...not exactly my specialty but I love trying. :)
