I'm feeling the most content and the least stressed than I have in a long time. Yesterday I went for a walk in the morning and took the kids to the beach after school. It was such a nice day and a huge lift for me. It feels nice. We went away for a beach weekend two weeks after Kat died. It was Rory's birthday and we still wanted and needed to do something special for him. That weekend was the first time I started to feel a seed of anything resembling happiness. The four of us had a great time being together and it was very warm and loving. I enjoyed it immensely, but I hated enjoying it. I hated feeling happiness when I was also missing Kat so dreadfully.