A Year Like No Other
Today I sang a Christmas song to my daughter before her nap. The holidays have all passed and I’m still feeling the joy that usually ends on December 25 at 9:59pm.
Oh, what song? It’s “Jolly Old St. Nicholas” and for some reason she thinks it is best sung by me right before she closes her eyes. Any other song is greeted by her whining and fake tears. I really do need to try out for The Voice next season.
But, seriously, one year ago, you wouldn’t have found a sight similar to today’s.
One year ago, I was in the middle of an ugly fight with postpartum depression. I would sing the most pitiful version of “You Are My Sunshine” to my girl and more often than not it would be with tears streaming down my face.
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