We both know it won't be easy.
We'll pretend it hasn't been a year since we roadtripped to Corpus and biked on the beach with people we love...pretend it hasn't been two since everything fell apart. The cool breeze is nothing but a cool breeze; it's not nostalgia of those sweaters and scarves and freezing in outdoor bars and under carports and all the things I used to be able to do.
It's none of those things. Instead, this time, you're just you. This month, this moment, all its own.
No looking back, just pushing forward. Take Kenny up on that offer to buy you blinders if you need them; nothing but full speed ahead darlin, you know that.
September, you were sweet. You tried to be kind. And I survived my first few class assignments without too much trouble, and it rained.
October, you make dad a year older, but 730 days from a moment still feel like yesterday. It's hard, but I'm trying.
As always, teach me some grace, some patience, some peace. Also I might've forgotten how to really love at some point. Send out a search party?
Now let's go crochet some scarves!