Journalling: H made pancakes and had a mug made with S's drawing on it. I cried. All the happy chemicals going through my brain right now having us all together "like old times" - I can't believe the difference in how I feel as opposed to the depression of the last year. I can't help but think this is so much better for S as well - having a happy mom instead of a depressed mom. I know I'm supposed to be making my own happiness, but I have to say it's biological.
So I"m in heaven, but it only gives me more of a glimpse of what I am missing .... it's like a starving child who gets one fantastic meal, then back to the streets...
