Me, Today

Last night was the third night in a row that Charlie slept the entire night.

Amazing.

Too bad I've been trained to wake up throughout the night.

I'm hoping this resolves itself soon.

This morning after breakfast Charlie was fascinated by the dust floating through the air.

He kept grabbing for it.

It was pretty much the cutest thing ever.

He was very "helpful" as I packaged up books to ship out.

We often use the baby monitor to distract him.

And I hope you noticed that we got a baby jail all set up!

This kid's going to start crawling any old day now.

He likes to rock back and forth on his hands and knees.

Apparently Roy did the same thing as a baby.

During Charlie's morning nap, I found out that Hunter died on Monday.

Sigh. Tears. And WHY?

Too many babies dying.

There's just something so wrong about that.

(Rest in peace, Hunter.)

(So much love going out to his family.)

Today was a therapy day.

As I sat on the couch talking, I kept wondering why I was there.

I mean, I sound so normal, so put together.

And things really have improved.

My therapist picked up on that and said that she'd see me a couple more times.

I just wonder if this stretch of things going well will end up completely falling apart.

That's been the trend.

But maybe this time will be different.

A friend of the family had surgery today to remove a mass on her ovary.

I thought of her all day.

Finally I got the news that it wasn't cancer. So relieved.

Today was also Sheila's due date.

As her birth photographer, I am very invested in when she goes into labor.

I'm sure she's very uncomfortable, but I'd like for her baby to stay put until after Tuesday.

I have a full, fun weekend planned.

And on Tuesday I need to take Chuckles to the doctor.

Anyway.

All in all, it was a great day.

I feel level.

More level than I've felt in awhile.

I'm not sure why I feel okay again.

But I'm not going to question it too much.

I'm just going to enjoy it.

And open the door to let in the light.