In general, I feel fortunate. I love in a world with family and friends that I get daily.
And then a hit evening. It is late and I am actually relieved for the cold with is balancing out the challenging of sleeping normal when on steroids. But for some reason, I wake up and I get teary. I don’t live this. I used to be a big crier, but now that I see the power of pushing it away, I try to do so. I think my main sadness tonight is not getting plans for the boys I had thought. Anyone can have sad ends, planing them can really suck.
I really need to plan ahead as to what I want to send to the boys. What do I, specifically, want to show them. In the same moment, I am calm and sad. They have learned already about the family we are so blessed to be a part. But what I cannot do right now is do the part of that. Paco already knows. He loves his 2nd cousins and knows what is there for him in Ireland. But Lemon has no true idea. I think that is the irony of why I get sad. My family is so awesome that anyone will try to help out.
So I guess I need to change my role I have on that one. I need to remember that I did help Steve’s side speak Spanish. I helped. My family has me covered.
Sigh, my family. There is no day we are simply juggling everyone’s challenges and trying to help. That is a good plan to keep things at focused.