Most of the time, I see it coming. I “sense” the 11th & 12th of any month in the air and I know I’m about to get more emotional than “normal,” as if the depth and breadth of my emotional wave is somehow NORMAL. I know holidays will be hard – forever. I know firsts and lasts and Timehop will always be my best friend and my worst enemy. Continue reading “Desprate”
Like all parents, something significant changed inside me the day I became a mother. Nothing else seemed to matter and she was all I wanted…all I craved. When Kate got sick, our relationship took on an entirely new level of love. My mothering felt like it had this entirely new level of purpose and sense of importance.
“Clean sheet day” is like a victory cry in my household. Everyone here loves it when it’s clean sheet day. Kate LOVED warm laundry, and would especially love when clean sheets came fresh from the dryer. She’d “help” me make the beds and roll around giggling.