I saw her again this afternoon.
TELL ME THAT’S NOT A LITTLE GIRL IN THE WINDOW.
I got shivers again just posting that!
I texted this to my mom and she immediately tried to convince me to come back to her place. But I don’t think I’m going crazy-- I think she’s here.
So happy to be back home-- not that I didn’t like getting fed ravioli and ice cream and watching Netflix and generally acting like an invalid at my mom’s place. My mom is so good at taking care of people-- when I had my tonsils out, she sat by my bed and fed me ice chips with a spoon. But honestly I’m ready to be the one feeding ice chips to my daughter. So it was time to come back here and get my house in order.
And my girl was waiting for me!
Whatever messed up stuff has happened-- spooky stuff, animal stuff, bad vibe stuff, I know this is the end of it. This is our house. This is where we’re going to raise our daughter. I know it.
M isn’t home yet-- can’t wait to hug that guy.
(And to put him to work-- still a ton of work to do around here! Like, more than when I left, somehow?)