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.
s.