The days I hate just passed

Friday was the anniversary of 1 of my miscarriages.  This baby would have been turning 8 this coming September.  Even though I had been thinking about it all month like I always do, this was the 1st year where I wasn't depressed.   I'm not sure why, maybe too busy to dwell on it?  

I still wish, all the time, that this baby had been ok.
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Saturday was the 2nd anniversary of finding out that PJ has Autism.  He has changed so much in these 2 years, but he still struggles and I hope that he keeps improving.  

The 2 days I dread the most in February are gone and I managed to not be too sad in February, for the 1st time in 8 years, finally.