The worst days for me are the days we used to celebrate the most.

Today is DTs birthday. It was filled with sickness, treatment, and tears.

I find it hard to plan for special days because they usually end up the same way. Him sick, me feeling helpless and sorry for the both of us.

Through the years we always made sure our special days were special. And I love that about us. Today, I didn’t make any memories, I just reminisced over the good days we’ve had.

Today I am thankful he made it to celebrate another birthday and I am hopeful each year gets better 💜