C'est la vie

Nothing terrible ever seemed to happen to me or at least when it did it always seemed to happen to someone else.  I can clearly remember thinking, at least it wasn't me. 

And then it finally happened.

Cooper was born. 

Cooper got sick a week later. 

Cooper died two days later. 

And from there life just sort of happened. It snowballed out of my control for the next few years. For a while if there were two possible scenarios, a good or a not so good, you could almost bet that the not so good was going to happen to us. 

Not the sort of life I pictured for myself when I was 10. Or the life I pictured when I was 20. And even now not the life I pictured at 30.

But it is life and it's my life.  

I'll survive because of faith, family, friends and sweet tea.  

C'est la vie