Angel Wings took a little
break for a couple weeks.
First Hubs & I were on
vacation. It was sunny and relaxing and
wonderful. It was the first real time
we’ve had alone together since we lost Sarah.
Though I was actually just tagging along on Hub’s work trip, it was
totally worth it. While he worked, I
read on the beach, and jogged on the beach and had some much needed me time.
And when he was free with saw
the sights and took long walks
on the beach.
Then we came home. And it was cold and gloomy. The boys were whiny and clingy since we’d
just been gone for 5 days (don’t get me wrong – they had a blast with their
grandparents, but its just not the same as mom and dad). And I had responsibilities again. I had to clean the house and cook and keep a
schedule.
And then I had a really Bad
Day. Yep, a capital letter bad day. If you’ve been through grief, you know the
ones I’m talking about. I could hardly
move out of my recliner, I just wanted to cry, it felt like the sun would never
shine again.