One year

It's almost been one whole year since she was born. It feels like yesterday, and it feels like 2 years. Most days I'm glad to have her, some days I wish she'd go. When I'm out, I wish there was nothing to come to. That I just stay out and see and talk to whomever I like to. But invariably I would miss her. And how can you just come back after a week and explain why you've been gone? I could never do that to her.... but the consequences I am wreaking on myself have yet to be seen.

Now the happy girl wants to play. I'll be back...