Stumbling towards normal / by Christina Rosalie

A beautiful weekend of good food (made by DH!) and good company. Late nights, zinfandel wine, walks with the Bean in the red wagon, and a harvest moon. The first crisp days of fall--where the light is rosey on the mountains and the air cold in the shade. This morning the first frost in the darker parts of the woods.

My heart is still aching though, despite the goodness of the past few days. The vast realization of ten hour days away from my sweet boy makes me breathless driving home from work, just as his day is winding down. I'm still stumbling towards the center of a normal routine from somewhere far out on the periphery where things are spinning far too fast.

I know I'll get my stride again, but the learning curve sucks. You know?