Today marks 31 29ths we’ve survived without MikeO. I wonder sometimes when I will stop knowing (without thinking about it) the exact months and days that have passed since 7/29/13 – the day that changed our outcome forever. Maybe never. Maybe the 29th will always be my “yard stick.” I’m feeling as each month ticks away and I mentally list our little family’s accomplishments, big and small, that we are okay. We are actually better than okay. We have survived some of the saddest moments that human beings should be allowed to experience, and are still smiling. I am proud that we’ve made it this long and I am proud that we rarely get bitter. We just try to live the life that Mike would love. I think I love 31 times harder than I used to, laugh 31 times louder than I did before, and live 31 times bigger than ever. At least I hope so. Here’s to a great Feb 29. May as well enjoy it!