Acceptance.
I have a good life. It isn't perfect, and that is ok. I have learned so much about myself over the last several months...about my strength, about my family, about my life. Things around here get better every day. Brian and I are talking again, and no matter what happens, that is a really good thing. He was smiling last night. Smiling! Not a fleeting smile, but a real smile. I can't even imagine how that makes him feel. He began laughing when he realized he was able to smile again. I hope he's able to find reasons to put a penny in the good jar. Maybe not every day, but even one day is more than he's had in a long time.