I feel like we are just-about-scraping-by normal right now, putting one foot in front of the other and that's all. Perhaps it's enough. I am telling myself it is.
Visitors went home - taking memories of rainbow adventures. We found new adventures instead.
Morgan insisted on sleeping in the play tunnel one night. There's no accounting for the things that Morgan thinks of!
We did birthdaying.
There are moments that sparkle. There are moments that feel normal. Overall, I still feel pretty dark. I'm not trying to analyse it, just plod on with the next thing in front of me for now. We're OK. We're making the most of the happy moments.