The extraordinary ordinary

I am getting my life back.

I am becoming the person I was, only better.

I can not really describe in words how I feel lately. Joyous, grateful, blessed, happy. These are a few adjectives that come to my mind. But it is deeper then that, an emotion that is wordless. 

Life is now settling for us, the new house has been a welcome change. 

Last night I went out with some friends from high school. Thanksgiving eve has been the biggest party night for years. Last year Noah was less than 2 weeks old, some friends stopped by to see him before they went out. I was deep in a depression, my baby was possibly very sick, I was still struggling to comprehend what had happened on top of just being in the general funk that follows child birth. This year I got to go out, have some drinks, laugh, and be "me". Not mom, but Pia. I had a blast. I did not worry about Noah ( who was with my mom), my mind was not filled with irrational worry and fears. It was pure bliss.

This morning we woke up with Noah snuggled in our bed and watched the parade. We made breakfast, played, and just relaxed as a family. Last year feels like a far off place, a dream, a nightmare that I am waking up from.

I am thankful for my boy, for my life, and for the chance to move forward and move on...