It’s been since 2016, Aug. A depressive episode since I last wrote here.
Once more I feel like I’m in one, but it’s also the happiest time of my life! In the last two years my family has gone through such massive changes one would hardly believe it. Logan and I separated, and I met someone in a new light after that not only helped me find myself, but ALLOWED me to find myself. Someone who was and is instrumental in the rebuilding of Lipstick’s life.
He has a daughter, and together we are actually expanding our mixed little family to include another baby. I’m 18 weeks pregnant today… full of hope and excitement as the HG is semi behind us and the world is in front of us.
It was my 30th birthday yesterday. Which still doesn’t feel real. Saying that gives me pause. I can’t believe I made it. This was the first birthday in 7 years I actually enjoyed, and the party isn’t even until tomorrow. Before on my birthday it seemed an invonveince, a second thought. But now it’s not and I adore it. You only get one or two days dedicated to you. If your lucky. I always felt birthdays are so special and a cause to celebrate. Heck. Even my DAD sent me a happy birthday text. Can’t go wrong with that.
We even got blessed with a visit from my baby brother last night, it was amazing. Magical. A birthday with family. Last year my Mom came up… But it was also two days after Logan decided he didn’t want to be a family any more. Sort of overshadowed life in general.