My niece, Ari, turns one tomorrow.
S just called me from Maryland. She’s at M’s house for the big 1st birthday bash on Saturday. M’s at work so S is babysitting Ari.
Ari can count to ten already. S counts to ten slowly and Ari yells out some of the numbers before S says them. S had me listen in and I heard Ari say “ten” twice.
Thank goodness S’s cell phone dropped the call because I had to get a hold of my teary-eyed, sappy ass. I keep hearing her little voice in my head.
This is crazy awful.
2 comments:
I'm so sorry sweetie. I wish there was something that would make this situation different. Maybe the only thing that will help here is time. But it's so hard when you want to enjoy your niece and you have every right to do so. You are such a good person and that's what sucks about this whole thing! At least if you did something awful to warrant this behavior it would be somewhat justified. But all you did was love and care too much and that's so unfair. Go hug your fur babies and Ed and maybe cuddle up on the couch with a glass of wine and watch the rest of the Cubs game. They are tied right now. At least you have the 3 of them (woops 4! forgot about the Capn!) who love you so much and want you only to be happy.
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Thanks, you are SO right. I always try to remind myself of all that I have that is love and good and wonderful, which now also includes you and your furbabies.
It makes me feel better to vent on my blog because then it doesn't feel as heavy anymore. I know there are families with way bigger problems than what I have going on, but somehow it always feels like a 10 ton truck when it's happening to me. So I unload some of the weight here and go on to have a much better day.
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