Missing you. This is my eighth month of birth into a world without you. Thirty two weeks without you. This has been a particularly stressful month and I find I want to turn to you often, asking your thoughts and bouncing my fears and hopes off you. Am I making the right decisions…will everything turn out okay…. will the anxiety fade and my good old fashion self confidence return. Will I quit second guessing myself soon… Will I be able to multi task like I used to instead of feeling overwhelmed at the simplest decisions.
I miss your laugh. And your kind words. And your wonderful sense of humor.
I love you.