It's Wednesday again...I hate Wednesdays. Stupid Wednesdays! It was kind of a sh*tty day today, oh wait, all day's that end in Y are sh*tty....I'm in a mood, if you couldn't tell...
Just when I think the pain is slacking off, it punches me right square in the face. I'm calling bullshark on this day and every day since December 31, 2008 and demanding a do-over.
Yeah.
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(((((HUGS)))))) Love AUNT DEBBIE
xoxo Love, Sasha
Lesa, when it is the very worst, when it is a day that ends in "y" and when you think you just can't deal with it anymore, close your eyes. There is a place inside yourself . . .
Breathe big, deep slow belly breaths. Close your eyes and in your minds eye, in your core being . . . all your Faith, strength and courage are there. In hard, tough times you sometimes have to go look for it.
You can do this. You can do this for your girls (your honeys). You can do this for you and for JY.
There's folks countin' on you. I am.
When my oldest granddaughter, Morghan Grace first started to live in the land of "let's pretend", Morghan wanted to be the "Mama" and would designate me or her Mama or whoever would play as the "honey". The "honey" was the child. I always thought that a testiment to Morghan's mama, my daughter, Erica.
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