Boy. I am really in for it I think. I just got through with a really stellar week with my girls and Angela just came to get them. I cannot believe how hard it feels like it is going to be when I only see them on the weekends. My time just got cut in half? How is one supposed to deal with that? I am sure I'll get used to it. They are my babies. I love them so fucking much it brings me to my knees sometimes.
Being super strong for them is the name of the game though. Showing them Culture, and People and City life. Denver is going to be great for all three of us. We'll be a great team for sure. =-) Lot's to do and things to see. It will be good. . . . .
I find myself recollecting a lot these days. About them being so small, and fragile. All the Birthdays, and Christmas's. The sledding days, and trips to the mountains. First steps and words. Bike rides and falls and cuts. Potty training, and sickness's. I loved all of it with these two little saints. We were a good family, no matter how it ended up. Solid and steady. Too bad about life sometime. Although I can see the good in it, it is anger that really motivates me past it. I look forward to a day when I do not need that. I'll see everything a lot more clearly.
Tomorrow is another day. My friend is coming over for Sushi and a Movie. That sounds good to me. =-) Better fire up the Beemer. . . .
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