The sun comes up, it’s a new day dawning.

We’ve heard a lot of words of encouragement over the last months.  Some are cliche, but still true.  Some are true, but hard to accept.  And some are just plain old…true.

One day at a time.

That’s how we live.

One thing I’ve learned through this journey is that everything is easier to handle when you add a little time and perspective.  Thankfully, I’ve learned to channel that in the moment, and despite my previous nature, tend not to panic when things are going poorly.  We just handle whatever comes.  When it comes.   Like 3 am seizures, and ambulance rides out of town.

That’s not my nature.  I’m not a “one day at a time” or a go with the flow kind of gal.  I’ve been known to make grocery lists in excel for vacations that are weeks away because I can’t stop obsessing over the details.

We are no where near financially or otherwise ready to build the house of our dreams on the land we can’t afford or even find, but I’ve had the floor plan mapped out for years.

I sometimes spend more time planning ahead or dreaming about the future than I do living in the moment.

So as I said, I’m not a “one day at a time” kind of gal.  Or at least I wasn’t.

The problem with planning ahead is…sometimes I forget I’m not in control.

The problem with looking forward is…I can miss the present.

But there is so much of this that is out of my control.

And the present is far too precious to be overlooked.

So here we are.  Making the most of each day.  Thursday, February 20th turned out to be a bit of a stinker.  Hopefully tomorrow will be better, but there’s no guarantee.   But whatever tomorrow brings, we’ll handle it.  And thankfully, we have way more good days than bad.  And with a little time and perspective, even the bad days have a little good mixed in.

Alert and glad to be home.

Alert and glad to be home.