This week marks a sad time for my family. 2 years ago tomorrow, my uncle, who was only 43, passed away. He left behind my cousin, who by the way, did not have a mom (that is another story), and was only 12. I am not going to go into detail of his death out of respect for "little girl", but it was devastating to say the least. "Little girl" now lives with my parents since my mom was the closest thing to a mother she had. She spent every weekend with my parents, since she was born. I just wanted to reflect and think about that a bit.
Since his death, I have been through a lot. I have gotten a divorce...the process was over a year...and it was and continues to be abusive. However, now that I have remarried, it does not phase me one bit.
My life has a bright future now and I am moving on.
Since meeting my dreamboat husband, we decided to stay in the house he owned. We could use a lot more room...yes, but we are choosing to stay on a smart financial path for the time being. At the same time, I am extremely proud of the home we have created for our children in such a short time. This house marks the beginning for both my husband and I. It is the house he bought right before he and I met right after his divorce was final. Here are some pics I have taken through the past year. Thanks for hearing my story for the day. :) It helps to "talk" it out.