I cried into my ice-cream today. I actually have never done that, but I can't think of a more pathetic scene than that. Ice cream is supposed to be one the happier things to consume, right? Summer days and ice cream. It's a happy thing, and there I was in the front yard actually crying into my ice-cream. I am not going to go into the whys. Not now. But, I have always said I write this blog for my kids. I write my blogs up and turn them into books for my kids so they could know the real. The good and the bad. They already have seen me at my worse and still love me. They are getting old enough to recognize there are good and bad days and not to expect every day to be magical. I would want to offer that to them, but that isn't life.
Today I know that I love my kids. I know that my boys are good, and that they are nice to me. I know that even if Lily cries and cries a whole lot when I look into her eyes I love her. I love her a lot. I know that this stuff does matter. I know there are better days out there and that I will have them. But, for today, that is it.
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