1 year ago today...

I don't know if I should celebrate or grieve. Brian moved out (because I told him to) one year ago today. At that point, I was still recovering from the tailbone disaster and was terrified of what my kids would think of him leaving. I took them to a wedding reception (ironically) in Tooele that night. The girls barely noticed and didn't ask for him for about a week. I started the single mom journey and noticed that it wasn't that different from the way things were before, since I was carrying the load myself anyway. I feel like I should jot some achievements of the past year:

*Although my social life is still fairly lame, it's way better now than it was.

*I'm graduating in December. There will be a huge celebration that will be including some Cafe Sabor.

*I lost 15 lbs. 5 of it, inexplicably, happened this month on the Bridge Mix diet (a few of you know what I'm talking about). Another 10 lbs to go.

*My girls have made HUGE changes in the way they interact socially and emotionally. They have grown into confident, funny, imaginative little girls who are truly delightful to be around.

*My next door neighbor took pity on me and gave me a job at the jr high where she is the principal, which changed my life and led me to...

*I've chosen a different career and am super excited to pursue a teaching position in mild/moderate Special Ed.

*My Spanish has improved and I'm desperately seeking ways to use it!!

*I'm a lot more creative financially.

I guess I want to celebrate! Not because of a failed marriage that I so much wanted to salvage, but because there is a God who loves me and my little family and is leading us through all of this.

I want to write a very sincere, full of hugs, heartfelt thank you to my fantastic friends and family. Brian said once "you have the most loyal friends". It's so true and I'm so lucky to have all of you!! What would this year have been like without the support of those close to me--I don't think I would have made it.

Comments

Unknown said…
Tender Mercies! Eres muy fuerte and buena. Estoy agradecida de tenerte como amiga. Ya estás en la rama?
August 29, 2010 at 9:59 PM
Janel said…
You are always in my prayers. I am so glad you are happy and things are going well for you and your girls. Hang in there! Love you!
August 30, 2010 at 8:32 AM
Jennifer Walker said…
Words can't express how much I love you. Your journey is inspiring. I've never doubted your strength---you amaze me!
August 30, 2010 at 8:59 PM
Andrew Walker said…
Carrie, you are muy bien!!
August 31, 2010 at 9:51 PM
Unknown said…
*sniffles* Y'all are the best.

Encontre una rama pero no estoy seguro de llevar a mis hijas alla. Tal vez en algunos meces.
September 1, 2010 at 5:05 PM
Larri-Lea said…
What an incredible journey you have been through, and what an awe-inspiring thing to watch you and your girls grow and progress and keep moving forward. Absolutely amazing. I know there is a God; you are evidence.
September 11, 2010 at 8:31 PM
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