It’s been a year.

Well just over one anyway. Ezra is just beyond a year old and took his first steps this morning. I am so proud and happy. A triumph after a year of nastiness towards each other. A year of sorrow, hardship, and loss for nearly everyone.

It felt like it went by so fast too. I was home for the first half of his life, and returned to work for the second half. While work kept us alive and going, I would have given anything to remain home and…