These last few weeks I've been a bit gloomy.

My constant efforts to take care of my papa, Keegan and myself ... especially myself - to make sure that I don't suddenly find myself caught in a slump - my night-outs without the kids, dinner parties, dates with Fai, hanging out with girlfriends, retail shopping, ice cream consumption... have not been as helpful as I had hoped. Ugh. I've never been the high maintenance type.
I hate being so hormonal.

Fai has been so completely and utterly wonderful, gentle, wise, patient and loving. This evening, he came home from work and walked through the door. I was cooking dinner in the kitchen. The moment he caught my eye, he KNEW I had a bad day. Or perhaps it was the way I was chopping up the pumpkin!

Despite my protest, he dragged me and Keegan to dinner. We had western. Sat in a cafe. Sipped hot chocolates. Read the paper. Keegan was so well behaved. Standing amongst the other normal people in the street, I felt like I surfaced from a train wreck. Alive. Wounded. Sore. And even more in love with my 'family'.