Last year I wrote about how much I hated Mother's Day. This year I sit here here holding my sleeping Kalen, incredibly lucky to have him, still hating Mother's Day. It's maybe a little easier this year, but not much. Kyler would have been 2.5 years old. I would have gone to the Mother's day tea at daycare. He would have come running up to me with a carnation, so proud. Just like all those little boys in the pictures the daycare posted.
Today, I think I'm going to play outside like I have in the past. And I'll give Kalen lots of hugs, kisses and snuggles. A little later we will take somethings out to Kyler.
My heart hurts today. Mother's day is just a reminder of how broken my heart still is.
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