I had to leave the going-away party for one of my most beloved, trusted friends to go to work and chase people around like they are six years old and can't be trusted to finish their vegetables. "Now remember, a barium series has multiple x-rays, sweetie!"
Steph is leaving this week and I'm ... well, I'm sad. I'm so happy for her, and I miss her already.
Michael and I grow closer, and I have this nagging fear that this just means it's going to hurt more later on ... i think i have to be careful not to protect my heart too much. Take risks ...
I'm in love with life, even with the hurt it deals to me every day.