8 years ago yesterday I finished walking in my 1 and only Breast Cancer 3 day walk. 3 days of hanging with a couple of old friends and meeting new friends. Giving my time, energy and money to support a cause that was much bigger than me.
8 years ago today, shit hit the fan. It is the day that my ex-husband and I broke up. The day that I saw the life we had built come crumbling down. Breaking my heart, messing with my mind and shifting the direction of my life.
8 years ago tomorrow, I turned 30. My birthday always brings memories of those days back in 2010. Even if I wasn’t crazy about numbers and dates, I would easily remember as they were the days leading up to my birthday. The birthday I didn’t celebrate because I could barely get out of bed. The birthday when I gave birthday presents back because it was too hard to even look at them.
In the 8 years that would follow a lot would happen. A heart would mend, a woman would stand tall, kick ass and get remarried, a broken family would find their way together into a beautiful blended/co-parenting situation.
8 years later, I woke up next to my husband of 6 1/2 years. 8 years later I have a big family with lots of kids, 6 to be exact, just like I always wanted. 8 years later I am sitting in my bedroom, in my house getting ready to start the day in this life that was built with strength, hope and love.