It has taken me some time to find my words again. I have so much I want to share, but lately, the starting line has felt a little far away. Life has been moving at a pace that sometimes feels more like a machine than a person. Every minute is accounted for, every task is timed, and sometimes, my body simply tells me it’s time to rest before I’m even ready to stop.
I hold onto the memories of our recent winter trip to Harbin like a hidden treasure. I want so badly to write down every laugh and every snowflake for my children to read one day. Coming home brought a shift in season, not just in the weather, but in my heart. From the joy of vacation to the quiet weight of new worries. I know those stories are still there, safe in the corners of my mind, waiting for the right moment to bloom.
There is a gentle light shining through, though. My father is coming home. He continues to show positive progress, and while we know the path ahead looks different now, we are walking it with him. We are meeting this new chapter with steady support, determination, and a whole lot of love.
Life can change in a heartbeat. One moment you are the child being cared for, and the next, you are the one making the big, brave decisions. Juggling the roles of a daughter, a mother, and a professional is a delicate dance, and I’ll admit, I often forget to put my own well-being on the list.
But even in the exhaustion, I am hopeful. I am learning that it’s okay to be 'in progress' just as much as my father is. I’m looking forward to the days when the smiles come a little more easily and the laughter feels a little lighter. We are all doing our best, and that is enough.
Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. Better, brighter days are on the horizon. 💕
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