April has been a tough month. I’m not going to lie.
Between seeing old Facebook memories of my dad’s illness popping up, and just a load of other things happening, it’s been less than ideal. It’s like I seem to have lost my mojo… just a little bit. I’m keeping this short and bittersweet.
It’s almost the end of March. A bittersweet month for me, really.
See, three years ago, we brought home our little Scottie darlings – in the beginning of March. We also attended out last family event as a unit. By the end of March, my dad was sick and bedridden. All the feels. And all the Facebook memories popping up aren’t helping.
While we’re still trying to work our way through the soggy last bit of February, here’s a bit of a catch-up.