me, being mildly inconvenienced by technology: loathesome machine...
I hate how weepy and vulnerable I feel the day after therapy. Like. I feel like you should get a paid day off work.
Realizing I won't be able to hold this beautiful baby again. So sweet. Got to hold the box with his ashes yesterday. My heart hurt. I wish I had my mask off for this picture. There's so much I regret about that day.
