About a  year ago I was really struggling with post partum depression. At my lowest point I really thought my life might need to be over.

I was looking through my journal over the weekend and I realized that a year ago this week the depression started to lessen. I woke up looking forward to getting Rhett from his crib. I honestly felt like the horrible darkness was retreating. I became myself again. 



So especially today I'm going to enjoy being a mom to my little guy. 

We're going to make play-dough and I might let him throw a few random things in the toilet. 

He gets a kick out of that. :) 
 
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