I think tears are like lactating. Supply and demand. You'll never run out as long as you need them. And the nursing moms said, "Word."
I am being pulled in so many directions these days. It's mostly emotional. I know that in about 2 or 3 months, all will be settled in one way or another. It's just the moment before that seems like I can't stretch any further without breaking. I know I won't. So I cry a little here and there. Like a pressure cooker releasing steam. Just a little.
I would hate to imagine life without my Tracy Miller. He is THE best man I have ever known, loved, been loved by, etc. I look forward to any moment with him.
I read this and hate that I have your closet. I hope you have found a new one.
ReplyDeleteJust saw this! Sally, Sally, Wally. I can make a closet out of the shirt I'm wearing. I can pull it over my head!! Thank you. Actually, my closet is Tracy's lap sometimes. He is a good shoulder. And when I need that extra seclusion, the bath tub.....
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