It was a dress with jeans kind of day, an I need comfort and a sense of self in my attire kind of day, an I don’t care if I don’t look like a college professor kind of day. (And seriously–any time I write the words “I am a college professor” I feel like it’s not real because it is such a minor part of who I am these days even though it is my day job.)
The view from here is not all rainbows and rosy hues, but it is hope tinged. Tomorrow is L1′s surgery and I’ve been artful in my practice of repression for the past few weeks, trying not to let my panic slip to the surface. We’ve joked and wondered and mostly ignored the dark side of this happening in our life. One day, one step, one breath at a time, right? Tomorrow, you’ll be here before we know it.