It took me a few days but I finally was able to visit the blog again since the first thing I see when I sign on is Sylus’s picture. As the grief subsided, that bit of happiness I feel after a tragic event, the one where I embrace life a little bit stronger, a lot tighter and with more love kicked in. I still look at his grave, expect to see him when I hop in the bed, and wish I could say hi to him when I enter the house.
This past week was thankfully busy and we enjoyed Shrove Tuesday and some of the most delicious bacon I have ever eaten. Maybe it was because someone else fixed it but it tasted the way bacon before Lent should taste…
Lilly is really starting to branch out, talking more to folks and able to express her needs and feelings better. At the pancake supper, she joined in at the instrument playing and parading without needing Wil or I to be there with her. Willow has been doing her happy baby pose and grabbing those cute little feet every chance she can. I swear she gets cuter every day and even though she hasn’t been doing much on the new side, she has been sleeping a little better and spitting up a little less.
On Thursday, the weather was perfect. I spent very little time indoors and went for a walk with Willow and took the girls for a special drink at Starbucks along with a trip to Rock City to bask in the warmth and sunlight.
Wil has been doing great and using his chainsaw some to cut a fallen tree so that makes him feel all manly and stuff. 😉 On my walk, I saw a plant growing around an old fence. I decided to make it a metaphor for Wil and I. As we grow older, I feel us wrapping around each other, getting tighter and inseparable. There’s a strange beauty to that even though it’s rusty and can be rough. He’s definitely my lobster.