I was reminded today of the many people it has taken to get me and my family as far as we have come as a family.
I am sitting here thinking back how I never thought I would get married or have children. And here I am, the half crazed lady in the grocery story trying to find Christmas treats for hubby while corralling three kids as we wrap up our homeschooling for 2015.
I got my wishes and dreams for a family starting with getting married in 2006 and then having Caitlyn in 2006, Sue in 2007, and Patrice in 2010. My world was perfect and beautiful and crashing down around me. Patrice’s birth brought postpartum depression, psychosis, and anxiety–later to become bipolar disorder and generalized anxiety disorder.
I will never forget the frantic feelings after Patrice’s birth, the need to be busy, the need to escape. I remember one friend telling my hubby, let me know when I need to keep Charity busy. She did just that one night 5 years ago today with cookie decorating for the older girls and I.
Now, I am listening to my three girls work together to decorate a gingerbread house all on their own. 
Unfortunately the days aren’t perfect, but they are beautifully imperfect.
Thank you to all who have helped us get this far. Thank you to those who have listened to my moaning, crying, and blubbering both on-line and off. Thank you for being a safe place when I, and my family, needed it. You are all so precious.
Merry Christmas from our house 😉 to yours.
Survive til you Thrive!
