Our summer started with us moving when I was almost 38 weeks pregnant. We moved from Minnesota back down to around the Charlotte metro to be closer to family as well as for my husband to accept a better job. Then of course our little girl was born a couple of weeks later.

Then the unthinkable happened. My FIL had been sick for a few months but nobody expected it when he passed away when our daughter was a few days shy of three weeks old. I didn't always get along with him but it's weird to think I'll never see him again since I've been with my husband for six and a half years. It also just kills me that he never met our daughter. He didn't know what he was sick with so he didn't want to come and land her in the hospital. It's hard though not to wish that we had gone to see him or made a bigger effort to invite him to see her. I also don't know what to do about smaller things like the birth announcement addressed to both of my husband's parents, written the day before he passed away.

It's just been rough and I wanted to vent a little. I might add more if more comes to my mind. It's just been a lot to deal with this summer and I actually hope for an uneventful rest of the year (besides watching our LO reach different milestones).