Not that I post much, but I had one of those wine induced cries a little while ago while watching Dreamgirls. And then out of the blue, my stepdaughter shows up and opens the door since she still has a key. I am now in the kitchen trying to clean up my dinner...not that emotional feelings run high in either her family or mine...we talk for a couple of minutes, I keep cleaning, and she puts her hand on my shoulder---I know you will be okay. Sobs now all over for both of us. And then I pour her a ginger ale. God just keeps reinforcing for me why he put me in this relationship...it was to help raise three good kids. They remember me , but their father evidently does not. And of course, the stronger, happier person I now am!!!!
