Rehab Journal

Day Fifty-Four:

It snowed! I've been so ecstatic all day, like a little child. The beauty of snow is the most beautiful, serene thing to me. When it snows, I feel my higher power talking directly to me through each falling flake. We played outside, had snowball fights, built snow people, made snow angels. It was so delightful, though I wished so much for my son to be here with me, for us to share this rarity together. I miss him so immensely. I wish he would visit more often, but I have to respect his feelings and boundaries. But it's still so hard. But as they say...Nothing worth having is easy...I'm really enjoying all this drawing and artwork I'm doing. Compared to my artistically-blessed family, I always felt I was very mediocre at it. But I'm starting to realize I have much more skill than I thought I had.