Labor day.

woke up to a crying baby. rocked her back to sleep. gently laid her in her crib only to have her wake up again. so i fed her, played with her. she was happy as a clam. we had a good time together "talking". she pooped, i changed her. we played some more and i put her in her swing for a nap.

went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. for some reason i start to think about my moms funeral and start to cry. just as soon as i start, i stop. i stop bc this is my reality now. i jump into the shower and take a long, hot one. i soak in all the heat, almost afraid to come out. but i do. i dry myself off and go find a nice outfit for my daughter to wear for today's bbq. a cute dress.

i go back to my room and watch her sleep....wondering if her grandma is watching too.

and when she wakes up, life goes on.