January.

January,

You are one of my least favorite months, I know that is blunt, but it is true. However, I am slowly learning to appreciate you. I can't say I will ever love you, or that you will ever be my favorite, but maybe we can learn how to be friends.

Last January you brought me my Angus. That joyous, albeit painful, event alone should have me shouting your praises. This January you have given us a small sampling of unseasonably warmer weather. Despite the wind that came with it, the boys and I have tried to enjoy it.


We were able to play trucks and swing outside with a buddy on Tuesday. On Wednesday afternoon we had a pleasant time throwing rocks in the river. We were even able to go exploring through parts of the riverbed that are normally covered with water during other friendlier months. Even right now as I type this, the sun is beating down warmly on my face.

So yes, January, maybe some days we can be friends. But on days we can't be I will try to imagine I am back here,

here,

or here,

any of these will do.

Willing to try,

Helen