45 minutes and 24 months…

45 minutes and 24 months…

time marches forward, blue makes sleeping noises (that are very cute) as she lays curled up in her bumper bed in the living room.

typical things happed – dinner from a driver thru, a movie on the tv, no laundry and no picking up, napping with the pup, hope for more tomorrow – more of things and actions and hope.

my sense of grief is pleasantly absent. loss, yes, and deeply missing the ever so perfect chits and chats that only a mom can have with you. but the pain and pangs are less, and less frequent.

for that I’m very happy. but i still miss ya ma. miss ya a lot.

love ya lots too.