Here's a first one to start. This picture was taken on August 1, 2005. Natalie was three days old. My little angel.
Sunday, October 26 - Funk
Yesterday was a really hard day. I don't know why some days are easier than others, but yesterday I was definitely in a funk. I guess every so often, I just need to cry my eyes out. I went to the Unitarian church here in Providence for the second time. I guess I'm searching for some kind of understanding about life and the mysteries of the universe. I came home and found my husband dutifully chipping away at the old paint on our living room radiator. I took over the task with relish, as it was just what I needed. The act of picking and scraping the paint gave me a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. I cried at times, the missing and longing for Natalie was overwhelming.
Roslyn had a great day, and we ended by singing "The 12 Days of Christmas" and going to bed.
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I feel like I can smell the baby smell when I look at this picture!
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