A time of weaning: The end of a journey, the beginning of another one.
I sat staring at the blank blog page for a few moments, wondering where to even begin. There is much more emotion surrounding this time than I even imagined. I had wondered what it would be like, what I would feel, what Aaron would feel, do, say. Weaning. There were days that I thought the moment would never arrive. Then there were days I wish I could have stopped time because I felt like we were on a journey where we had been hurdled through space and time and light speed. I wanted to stop it, stop time and breath in the moments, trying to imprint the memories so deeply in my mind that it would always remain crystal clear. Though this time can be quite intimate, I also want to share it publicly for many reasons. First, because it is a tremendous thank you of gratitude to some very strong women who saw me through from dream, to reality, to sustaining. Beth, Anna, Jennifer, Dagmar, Solimar, Aisha, Rikki and Nicole! Women who lifted me up and guided me when I listened to my i