The title of this post was taken from the song New York by Snow Patrol.
We haven't had any real snow this year. This morning was a teacher workday, and as I was walking out the door it started to snow. By the time I made it to the interstate the roads were covered. It was beautiful. My desk was a colossal mess, and so as I worked to organize everything I was able to watch the snow come down outside my window. That combined with music made for a pleasant day. I was grateful for the quiet time I was able to spend in my classroom.
As I sat in my room, looking at my picture of Mike, I realized that tomorrow is the 14th. That means it will have been 9 months since he passed. I know every month I say this, but how is that possible! I know how I feel, but I often wonder how Mike is feeling. As he watches over us, what is he thinking. Is he proud of how we are doing, is he disappointed, I wish I knew.
I know that I'm proud of the kids. They've been through so much, but they are holding things together. Sebastian passed his Social Studies SOL this week. I always tell the kids I don't care how they do as long as they try their best. I was worried how he would do being that he missed so much school with his accident, but he pulled it off. I'm so proud of him. I watch Mason as he works on his homework, and I can't help but smile at the progress he's making. It's so cute to watch him trying to read, and writing numbers. I can't believe half of his kindergarten year is over. Tyler seems to like school this year, and is doing well. She is playing volleyball, and has enjoyed it. I wonder what Mike would think about all of this?
My life has changed, and I continue to change. I continue to strive for happiness while keeping an eternal perspective. I'm trying to be more grateful for the people and things I have in my life. I'm trying to live a life that will make my kids proud of me.