This year, as I set out a few simple Valentines for the kids, I got emotional thinking about last year.
This year, I had the headspace to plan. I even picked up heart shaped paper plates and cups for the table.
Last year, a dear friend dropped off dinner and some fun decorations, knowing I didn’t have the capacity to plan at all.
This year, I woke early and did my morning routine before the kids got up.
Last year, I had no morning routine. Alberta was four months old I could barely function at breakfast.
This year, I felt good. A small holiday like Valentine’s day didn’t overwhelm me.
Last year, simply making it through the day overwhelmed me. Postpartum anxiety ran amuck.
I am so grateful for this year, and I also don’t want to forget last year.
I pray the Kate of this year has been softened to love better, with eyes sharpened to see and help the Kates of last year.