I cried at the touching tribute Darcie at Life’s Unfolding story wrote about her husband in honour of their anniversary. I cried for the years Shel and I spent apart, for the time that could have been “us” time. I cried at the thought of more days apart that are yet to come, and don’t know where to start in dealing with them.
I wept until I thought I had no tears left reading Adoptive Mommas story. I grieved for the two little beings I lost before having Hayden. My heart broke at missing out on the childhood of my middle son, and for the smallest of roles I played in my eldest. And I wept for the babies we’ve named and planned for and for the seemingly impossible wait for them. How do I function without them? How do I plan for family events, days, everything without them here?
I’ve read these posts and I’ve developed a serious case of blog-stipation. Nothing… nada zip zilch zero to share. But with that I’ve developed a pretty hefty case of emotional Diarrhea.
I’ll be back tomorrow. Hopefully with a fresh bill of mental health and with something fresh and funny.