The New Year

So far the new year is off to a bad start. I kind of believe in that superstitious proverb claiming that bad things come in threes. It started last week when Brad and I had a huge fight in his truck before dropping me off. We broke up for all of 12 hours but it still made me feel worse than I have ever felt in a long time. The next day when I woke up I had a text asking me to please call him when I can. First he apologized then said he had some bad news; His puppy passed away last night. He was everyones favourite floppy-eared dog, Ruckus. Two days after he lost Ruckus, Brad calls me at work with more bad news that his cousin who had been sick for many years passed away with no real notice. The funeral is this Saturday so I'm trying to book work off so I can go with him. I feel like we're back to when we first started dating, I lost two uncles that year and Brad lost an uncle and aunt. Looking back on that I know we've made it through so much together. The harder life pushes you through things as a couple, the stronger you are in the end. So I know we're prepared if the new year throws some interesting twists our way, good or bad. I think the three things have come and passed now because our friends had their son last night! I can't wait to meet him!! I hope good things come in threes too :)

Rest in peace xo