The first holiday since my baby died that didn’t nearly stop my heart although now writing about it I am feeling a little of that hard to breathe, punched in the stomach feeling.
Dad and I dropped Clara B. Dog and their Chihuahua, Tessa, off to be shaved for summer and then we took a long bike ride. I wish I could be more like my dad. He sees everything in such a good light always. Very positive about every thing no matter how wretched it may seem.
We got an ice cream and then picked up the dogs. Dad was so sweet the way he talked to Tessa and made funny noises at her. She really did look so cute with bows in her ears. And Clara B. Dog didn’t look too shabby herself.
I made tacos for the whole clan here this evening and now everything is quiet. Too quiet.
It was so sweet to see Tessa run up to Mom. She was so excited as though she’d been away for weeks, dancing and seemed to be showing off her new haircut and bows. Mom is in her gardening gear. Yes, that would be no bra and a Bruce Springsteen style headband.