To start this weekend. To end that pitty party.
I decided to just enjoy this...
Last night was horrible. Couldn't breathe, couldn't think straight and couldn't stop crying.
My screams woke up my husband.
He grabbed me, pulled me close.
I held him. Felt his arms and imagined my baby.
Their skin felt the same.
I held him so tight.
I imagined the day when I could hold her tight.
I hope I can control myself from squeezing her to hard.
I clung to him until I finally passed out.
My heart hurts. I miss my daughter. Its killing me.
I need to live for her. I need to bring light to dark places.
She did so much-
her mission wasn't done-
now its my responsibility to finish it for her.
Ill be working my butt off this weekend.
Preparing for the next.
The big weekend!!!
my brother is coming for a visit.
+ his girls this time.
and they are staying at our place.
+ other family from outa town
+ another big math test next week
I have so much to do.
All for you MRW