Smells...

I remember when I was pregnant with my first I was reading a pregnancy book or maybe some information online about how pregnant women sometimes got a heightened sense of smell. Well I was one of those people and it SUCKED! I would keep telling my husband how I could smell "feet" and start sniffing around or I could smell really odd things and it would drive him nuts me sniffing around the house to figure out what "that" smell was. Well unfortunately (or fortunately depending on the situation), it stuck with me. Now I swear sometimes the fries at BK smell and taste like butter (I call them butter fries) and I swear sometimes I smell gas in the house but so far nothing has happened with that. I also can ALWAYS smell food on my hands after eating and that is a big pet peeve of mine. I enjoy a good burger as much as the next person but when I am done I don't want to smell it! So I make everyone put hand sanitizer on their hands to get that smell off. Half the time the people look at me odd but it drives me nuts! It's like putting gum in your mouth after you eat...to get the taste out...maybe I should put the hand sanitizer under my nose??

It's been almost a year...

...since my world was turned upside down. I can't believe how far we've come either. Carlos is gone again heading to Panama on Sunday. That was where "the incident" as I like to call it happened. Some of you know what happened and why etc. I am not dwelling on the fact that it HAS happened just that we've grown so much as a family in this past year. For the good. My husband and I talk, really connect and sometimes it feels like it was forever before we got to a place we could do that. Now we aren't perfect by any means and we still have fights but the best part about those is that I don't feel like I am yelling across a mile wide canyon. I feel like I am being listened to and I am listening. Now the silences don't hold all the tension and unspoken words. Last year I honestly couldn't wait for him to leave...this year I can't wait for him to come home and we are all wanting him around more. My heart and psyche feel alot stronger stable. I don't feel like I am living on the edge anymore.

Our 8 year anniversary is coming up but I feel like we're on our year anniversary...the year after. The year of new beginnings. The year we stopped thinking about all the things we SHOULD or COULD or WOULD have. The year we realized we need to focus on what we HAVE instead of what we HAD. The year our family became a family again. Happy year Anniversary Diaz Family!