tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731762173286561871.post4917603714916784192..comments2023-10-11T11:58:15.514-04:00Comments on honor yourself: transition rumblings.......terri st. cloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051778033153655065noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731762173286561871.post-31395275103171292672013-05-07T10:55:03.889-04:002013-05-07T10:55:03.889-04:00I get to see my son for the first time in a year.
...I get to see my son for the first time in a year.<br />A year.<br />2 states away is a lot of wind and screaming....<br />~laughing~<br />and I am going to hug him and hold on so tight they are going to need a crow bar to get me to let go.<br />and that miss rose, is leaning in and just loving<br />because you are so so right, we are just along for the ride.<br />~smile~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731762173286561871.post-60342865808059115872013-05-03T16:01:49.138-04:002013-05-03T16:01:49.138-04:00It's big and two at once is huge and like ever...It's big and two at once is huge and like everything it seems, this has its happy and hard, good and difficult sides. . .but the best part is you saw that it was good and right - you'll be fine and happy and yes a little sad and all that is normal, or at least close to whatever normal is. Let that wind rip and scream when you want to. . .it's good and right. Been there, survived that, loving my kids no matter how far away they are. . . Know you will/do too. Diane Stefannoreply@blogger.com