Okay I admit it the awesome 4 year old was right. I finally cried.
I didn't cry going through the grocery store this time, but I had to take some deep deep breathes as I went by the chocolate milk and the fruit loops.
It has been to painful to vacuum up the smooshed gold fish in the back seat of my car, but I didn't cry, I just ignored the mess.
I didn't cry when I found those little white socks in the hallway. I've been stepping over them...Maybe I will wash them tomorrow.
Then today,I finally cried on the way home from water aerobics. Last time I was there Joel was with me. We swam together after my class.
I'm okay...just a little sad.
Felt good to cry...
I treated myself to a Pumpkin latte, and regrouped.
Maybe I will feel like cleaning up the gold fish tomorrow.
4 comments:
Funny you should mention the socks...
I left the little white socks on the garden bench myself :)
This is a hard life our children have choosen for us. But a good life.
Thanks for all the posts on the trip out. They were incredible to read and the pictures were just wonderful. It was a blessing to me to read your words and your heartfelt words. You are all in our prayers.
Love you Heather
I hate reading this blog, I always cry!
I am sad for them and you too but it always reminds me of how far away my girls and I are. Closer than vanuatu grandbabies but far enough to miss the little things.
Missing you fiercly,
Des
k, not hate, struggle is more acurate.
Des
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