The 24th.

Eleven months. It's been 11 months, and I still can't believe it.

How long until I no longer breathe a sigh of relief when we make it to the 25th of each month? How long until I can see a guy in a Longhorn visor and not have to turn away? How long until I can get a text during a football game without feeling a twinge, knowing it's not from Tim?

Putting up Christmas decorations is going to take a big ol' dose of courage this year. We've only had one Christmas in this house, and that 2009 holiday will forever be HIS Christmas. I get anxious just thinking about decorating this house, seeing the trees and stockings and garland that were up during those dark days last December. But I know our friend would HATE for us to feel that way. I'm going to have to put on my big girl britches, get out those Christmas boxes and reclaim Christmas.

But it won't be easy.