February 1, 2012...so far away from December 6, 2009 and December 19, 2009. My days are filled with pointy tongued smiles and slobber. My sweet babe is teething and smiling and laughing. He's even sweet when his teeth are bothering him. I feel so lucky...so grateful and aware of what I have. I can't look at Thomas without this intense rush of thankfulness. He has no idea how healing he is for me. He has such a kind nature, so quietly sweet and smart. I love being his momma, love taking care of him. Austin and I have settled into a very comfortable routine with Thomas...things are easy here in our house. It is filled with a quiet warmth. I am so aware of it after having gone so long with a house filled with desperate sadness. I won't say that it isn't sad sometimes. I still cry very often about Andrew. I still miss him with every ounce of my being, but I have made room for happy. I kind of feel a little bit like I've re-entered "normal."
I kind of don't know what type of space this is for me anymore. I'm a very visual person and I've always had a picture in my mind of what my blog "space" looked like. I don't know what that is anymore. I try to come here to write simply about Thomas and our daily life, but I'm unable. This is Andrew's home and I don't need to force it to become something else. I can't come here and not make it about him. I guess that's okay since this has always been his place.
So, here I am. February 1, 2012 and I still need this place for Andrew. I may not come here as often as I once did and I think that's okay. But I'll always come, if not to write, to read. To wallow, to cry, to heal. Love you bitty boy.