Will they grow out of it? Maybe.
Wrote this before Baby C arrived, and before we knew he was a boy.
I've been trying to write this for a week to say that I won't be able to write for longer than a week.
I had this great group of kids for two years…
This, however, has not stopped the runny noses mixed with the bleeding noses.
I'm just sad. And angry. Then sad.
And I'm certainly missing stuff.
And, for just that moment, it seemed to be wholly unimportant whether Anne and Alice were real or not.