In the past six months, since she's resumed blogging, her honesty and candor have been both refreshing and heart breaking. She hasn't shied away from telling the world how hard this past year has been, how difficult it was when her kids wouldn't look at her or how she felt unneeded as the world went on around her while she sat on the couch and cried.
For someone who loved being a wife and mother so much, that must have seemed like the cruelest form of irony, a horrible twist of fate. But it was her love for her family that made her keep going, made her keep pushing to heal faster- just so she could be their mother again. It's the essence of a love story, the strength and passion with which a mother loves her children- it can move mountains. And to celebrate their survival, she's literally going to climb a mountain.
Today, I feel inspired.