Hi. Been a little while. Sort of felt here, there and nowhere these last couple weeks. But! We are in fact still alive in DC. Went ice skating at the Sculpture Garden on Saturday night with the usual suspects +1. He can remain nameless for now, but Malia held hands with someone and it wasn't me or Mari. =)
Sort of been coping with some things that apparently aren't finished inside me. Seriously, can't we just forget it ever happened? I wouldn't complain.
Most often I remember how blessed I am and how many amazing miracles God has helped me see. But there are days, like every freaking Sunday I just want to curl up in bed and talk to no one all day. Maybe sit on the couch and drink tea all day and try to forget the frustrating nightmares I can't seem to shake. Watch Kim from Real Housewives of Atlanta "sing" and talk about Big Papa every five seconds. Who the heck is he anyway? I am almost sure he is her imaginary friend. I feel very normal in comparison to that crew!
My goal is to never forget where I have come from and or who I belong to. If I can remember that I will feel confident and cared for all the time. Sounds pretty good, right?
You belong to my lovies, so that is something!!! I had that Sunday you described yesterday and it was delicious. Good choice! I
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