So A turns one today.
Pretty nuts, huh?
And I prepped myself for yesterday. I prepped myself for today, and now it's here, and Nothing. I woke up and lay in bed for awhile, and after about an hour I thought, oh, it's A's birthday.
Does anyone else NOT have a huge freakout on birthdays? I feel guilty for not having one...I miss her terribly, and I love her like I couldn't explain to anyone, but I'm not with her and I have to accept that, right? I don't know, I've been so strict with myself and what I'll allow myself to do/feel that maybe I'm just doing the denial game again, and it will erupt later...
It's early still (6:48 am anyone?)...so there's still time.