I went to see out beautiful four year old GD first nativity play this morning and had a job to fight back the tears. Her little face searching us out in the audience tore at my heart. I had to push my thoughts of H to the back of my mind and tell myself if he was still here he probably would have been working or sleeping after a night shift anyway.
Then we went to pick up D's car which has been fixed and sprayed by SS (he told H about the accident). I haven't seen him since last Christmas.
I had never noticed before how much he sounds like H and has his exact mannerisms.
I found it very difficult and have cried a lot this afternoon.
So I'm having a bottle of red and will get in the kitchen to rustle something nice up, telling myself how blessed I am to have two wonderful kids and two gorgeous GC's.
