I got a Facebook message a few days ago that absolutely made my day. A reader from my long-ago days as the Divorce Blogger for Woman's Day reached out to me to say she found my blog when she was going through her own divorce, and she thanked me for making her feel like she wasn't going through it alone.
I honestly felt like I'd been hugged by an old friend. So much of that time is honestly just a blur to me now. Everything was so focused on working, writing blogs (both of which made money that was desperately needed), paying bills and figuring out the new normal. I didn't have a lot of time for much else, and maybe that's a good thing. Losing the life you'd planned and the guy you'd always thought was your soulmate on the heels of your child's autism diagnosis is not something you skip right over on your way to happily ever after.
And you know what? I made it.
A few days ago, Anna was telling me that when she becomes an adult, she's flirting with the idea of having a couple of small tattoos put in easily disguisable places on her body. She wants one with our solar system (she's hoping to be an astrophysicist one day) and she also wants three tiny birds.
"You know, for that Bob Marley song," she told me. "Because it's kinda our song - you and me and David."
I used to sing that all the time. Still do on occasion. Three little birds we were and are, singing sweet songs with melodies pure and true as we keep moving forward.
If you're at the beginning of or slogging through the middle of your divorce process, please know it'll all be done one day. And it gets easier. It's going to suck a lot some days. A whole lot. But you keep on moving, even if it's in millimeters. Even if it's after you just took a giant leap back. Eventually, you walk out from under the clouds.
This is my message to you-ou-ou:
Don't worry about a thing. 'Cause every little thing's gonna be all right.