Outside the sky is grey and dreary. I feel it should rain torrents today. I think the whole earth should cry out in grief. I feel my heart pounding in my head. My eyes will barely open, and I think no more tears can possibly come. Maybe I will stand in the rain and borrow the tears from the sky. I look down at sparkly pink toes, and they are lonely. Makiah, our last Sunday together you spent the morning in bed with Mommy (because I am on bed rest). We ate fruit loops and snuggled. We practiced drawing your letters and painted our fingers and toes. You wanted rainbow toes, but I didn't have the colors with me. I promised I'd paint you rainbow toes later. Once we were all pink you said, "I got an idea! Let's put sparklies over the pink, and you have to do it, too, Mommy, so we can be twins!" You are such a princess! So pink toes became sparkly toes. We giggled and hugged and admired our matching fe...
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