It's almost spring...maybe?

A handsome Sunday man...

 On Friday, we played in the snow and mud and came home and had a snack.

These days

These snuggly, cozy, bed-laden days--mornings and nights--of cold and warmth, nursing my little girl. I know these moments are short and they feel long. I have been here before but long forgotten. I am trying to save, savor, drink it in deeply. While battling my own demons, mind, self. I know I will come through this as gold comes through the fire--tried, true, strong. Ready for the next battle. For now, I will try to be here.