After I succumed to anxiety and depression at the end of 2007, I vowed to never again miss a therapy session and to get my mental health back on track in 2008. And I did just that. For the most part. Imagine a buey in the ocean dipping slightly above and slightly below the water in rhythm with the tides. That was how I spent 2008. I did what I needed to do to stay afloat.
In early 2008, DaddyMac & I made a big decision to move. Again. 
But this time was different. (a) it would be our last and final move, and (b) it was under very special circumstances. As you know, my father-in-law passed away in 2007. My mother-in-law decided she could not longer live in the home in which they raised their family together. But it was a special place and she wanted special people to live there instead. Those special people were us.
Even though we were content in our newly remodeled home, it was a easy decision. It’s a beautiful ranch on wooded property. The home itself was surely an upgrade for us, and it was an ideal neighborhood to raise our children in. And, it was only one town over from where we were anyway, so it wasn’t like we were choosing to relocate miles away.
The first half of 2008 was spent packing and moving, and it was a great distraction for all of us. The June, we moved into DaddyMac’s childhood home and made it our own.
That Fall, we honored the one-year anniversary of my father-in-laws passing as a family. On that very same day, we learned that DaddyMac’s grandmother was ill. We lost her after a very short battle with cancer that Christmas Eve.
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