The Bond

This was taken in November and I am grateful for December....but it is only January and we are already headed there again. I always thought this photo said so much it didn't need words, so I won't even try....

Let's call this Therapy

It's late at night of course, usually when I feel the least sleepy. This will ultimately be when I blog.... late at night when I most feel like talking and it is not apropriate to call even your best friend just to have normal chit chat. Not that I ever have normal chit chat, or what feels like normal anyway. I always feel that I am spreading depression, even though I am not actually depressed. I am struggling with the joy of being a Mom of Our Blessed Baby boy 15 months old, to the distressing pain of losing my 57 year old devoted and spirited Mom. It is a loss that I cannot bear. I cannot talk about without bawling. I cannot handle it daily without a complete roller coaster of emotion. I cannot pray about it without getting angry or pleading. So here we go, I will try to write and share old memories and new memories as it seems to be how I am able to handle it best. I plan to use this to update on Mom and to share the glow of Our Son-shine.