even if things end up a bit too heavy

And so, one year after beginning this process of attempting to put my brain into words, even though it may never see the light of day, I feel like I have found myself exactly where I thought I would be. I feel as if a complete lifetime has been compressed into those three hundred and sixty five days. We have lost so much, but gained more than we could ever have expected. I have felt utterly defeated and at times possessed an unconquerable will. There have been unimaginable highs and insurmountable lows.

We packed, we unpacked, and we moved on not once, not twice, not three, but four times. We learned what to expect when you're unexpectedly expecting. We survived another high-risk pregnancy. We laughed and cried and learned through birthdays and Christmases, and we lived to tell about it all, and maybe someday we even will. We did it all together, because that's the only way we know how. We march forth, we float on. We do it holding hands. 3/4/11

listen to: modest mouse~float on