I feel bad because I'm forgetting how to be... simply, be. I'm forgetting the value of a good laugh.
So what's different from last year? Last year was this... March 2nd ~ Too Much Stuff To Worry About . This year... doing all I could to keep from crying as I sit here.
Last year I had some fight in me and I think I just remembered why... my boy needed me. He needed me to see him through the tough time he was struggling with.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)