Big day over here, and not just because we are just putting the finishing touches on phase one of the garage, meaning the purging / organizing will be complete.  The next phase is a bit more elaborate and involves outside help.  But this part, the one that feels like a cross between Tetris and those plastic slide puzzles, is rapidly coming to a close.

What I have been avoiding for years, and what I thought would take at least three months, ended up requiring a little over a week and a half.  There is a much bigger lesson in there, but that’s not what I want to talk about right now.

Today we celebrate one year.  One year of digging deep, of making it or breaking it, of choosing to heal instead of retreat, of forging ahead despite enormous obstacles that often appeared insurmountable, of letting go and holding on.

Turns out, love wins after all.

This morning, the littlest one and I carefully planted seeds for our first ever patio garden.  Now seems like the perfect time to sprout roots and bear fruits, and even though we don’t really know what we’re doing, I have a feeling we’ll be harvesting homegrown goodness in no time.