Most days are good.
Some days are bad.
I can't sleep and it's making me physically ill.
Today I am having a "I can't do this alone" kind of day. I just look at Henry and am overwhelmed by his awesomeness and how it's happened despite me and not because of me. My heart breaks at all the ways I could have done better for him and he isn't even a year old.
I wish autocorrect on my phone would stop changing "me" to "ms."
Henry appears to really enjoy Coldplay. I'm not sure how that happened or how I feel about it.
Our best dance party yet (we have one almost every day) has been Queen. Bicycle Race.
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