At work today, just went to a birthday party for Clyde, born 7 weeks early and a spit fire. Feisty babies make my job easier. I talked to Jack on FaceTime & there's improvement with him doing more talking & paying attention. I don't miss him when I'm busy at work but in the night time, thoughts of him are constant.
I feel the weight of a heavy yoke but I know it's supposed to be light. A few tears fall & I deliberately make a choice to focus on the details of our day tomorrow together. I breathe in & out and the sad feeling diminishes.
Rest time awaits me until the next page.
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