Remembered my dreams and realized they held the very stuff of life...death and love. Someone told me that death in dream just means rebirth...but that's hard for me to swallow. I woke in tears and didn't want to be where I was in my sleep. Feeling my sweet little one beside me in our too large bed when I finally came back to this consciousness was a sort of sweet relief.
Today is Nathalie's last day of school. And then she is a big 1st grader.
We have big plans for the afternoon...of the celebration sort...we made it through...
|Isn't that just the sweetest...?|
|My big girl.|
|and my little one too.|