9 Months

Today is the 9 month anniversary of finding out that my husband was a felon. Of knowing that our lives were basically over. When I think of how I felt on that day, I was positive I would never feel good again. I knew that I would lose the house, was terrified I might lose my kids, and thought living in our car was a real possibility for us, very probably while on the run.

We did lose a lot. Our income, health insurance, trust in my judgement, our sense of security. But we have gained so very much more. We know who our family and friends are. We know that we can survive and survive quite well with much less money. We know that persistance pays off. And we know that we have each others' backs.

If I could have known 9 months ago that not only would we pull through, but pull through nicely and this quickly, I would have been much less stressed. But I probably needed that stress to do what I had to do to get us here. Of course without all my friends and family members that helped us, "here" would be a very different place.

In nine months a new life can grow and be born. In our case it was four new lives.

Thank you everyone.