There are 4 days that I can remember being truly happy: my wedding day, the day I found out that Robbie was on his way, the day Robbie was born and the day I found out that I was pregnant with Bailey (which happened to be the anniversary of my dad's death). I wish there was the fifth day of Bailey's birth included in the list.

There are lots of days where things were good and I was not feeling depressed but never for more then a few days at a time.