This is the blog post that follows a hard day. A day that is already a blur. One that had me in bed before 7, with my little people. That in itself is not me. I am never in bed before 7. I did however try and sit up for a bit, pour a glass of red, and just reflect on the day a little. I got as far as pouring the wine, and somehow spilling the whole lot all over the bench. I stared at the puddle of red in disbelief. No tears. I shrugged my shoulders, wiped it up, and curled up in a ball in my bed.
The tears rolled. I fell asleep within minutes.
Where to from here? There is a lot happening in my life, and around me that I can write about. Life does go on. But those words seem to be disrespectful. I do know however, that my father in-law would want me to breathe, and be a beautiful mum to my little people. I will take one step, and from there I hope my feet will keep walking. And I will remember to stop. Breathe. Remember 'you-daddy,' and the love he showed myself and his grandchildren.
His grandchildren released a sea of colourful balloons into the sky.
The second orchid opened yesterday.
And today Keely is a cat.