I have a friend coming to visit on Monday. This year seems to be the exception to the rule in terms of how many of these visits we've been blessed to have. There's no complaints here, that's for sure.
I'm really looking forward to having Laura here. She adds much joy to my life, and I know there are fun times ahead. I'm just not sure my heart is ready yet.
It's still aching from the Natalie-size hole that's been left behind. In my house, on my couch, in my day, in my life. I've been spoiled; I'm not sure I'll ever "recover". I'm not sure I want to.
The revolving door that is my life gets a little overwhelming at times. Like now...