Positivity.
Life flows much more smoothly when you surround yourself with optimistic people. They offer support and hope. They lift you up each time life kicks you down. No matter how many times life is screaming, "Stay down, bitch!" You're stubborn as fuck, and you get up again.
I have somehow made it through the insanity of the past few months. August will be better. I mean, really. This has to be the end, right? Realism is fine. Yeah, life is life. But c'mon. I would love for all of these storms to be over for as long as possible.
I'm tired. My thoughts are scattered. But I know I want to start out the new month tomorrow with happy sunshine, coffee, and my dorky morning emails (to the dorks who love my morning emails. Love you! ha ha)
To everyone who has offered support during my son's illness: Thank you! So much! Your positivity and prayers helped us through a very scary time. Hopefully his right eye will remain healthy, and the mysterious virus/disease will never attack his body again.
We're going to try to get back to a normal routine starting tomorrow. We have to make up for a lost summer. And then get ready for a new school year. And all of Mommy's lists and chores and bills and grown‐up stuff.
I'm going to remain positive while I work my ass off to improve my son's life (and my life). I'm a lot stronger than I ever thought I could be. And so is my son. Nothing can bring him down. Valen is healthy, happy, and completely back to normal. He's charismatic, smart, funny, crazy (like his mom), and absolutely perfect. I will never take his health for granted again. He will be fine with vision in only one eye. Nothing's gonna stop that kid from taking over the world. And nothing's gonna stop either of us from living healthy, happy lives. We'll just keep pushing forward, learning, growing, and staying strong.
