The evening began very nicely, with a big food brick from Chipotle, child-care for the evening, and a visit from my dear old friend Marissa (with Josafat--he's real!). After drinking some beer at home, we decided to venture out to Jon Felton's 34th birthday party, where I stayed until shortly after midnight. I had a great time, drank too much, and my clothes smell like the fire in the back yard.
But when I left, it was a very lonely walk back to the car. And a very lonely drive home. Even during Amanda's periods of incarceration in Leukemiatown, I never felt alone. Last night was godawful depressing.
But I really did enjoy catching up with old friends.
4 comments:
Amanda is with you...
Now I wish I'd stayed and walked you to the car. That must have been tough, and it's surely not the last of the tough moments, but you will get through this. It was so great to see you, and I will be talking to you!
I worry about you knowing that those moments surround you and sometimes may sneak up on you.
I pray for you specifying that God squeeze you tighter when those occur. If something takes your breath away, it is God (and me praying).
It was good to see you this morning. Glad Alastair is pooping (and pooping well this morning!).
Its just good that you got out and socialized , i imagine you will never get away from moments like those.
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