Tomorrow, February 2nd, will be 3 years.

Three years...how did I get here??? One breath at a time I suppose.

No big plans for tomorrow...just going to visit my baby and deliver an extravagant floral desplay which she wouldn't have cared about and would have scolded me for spending the money...yet I do it anyway, for me, it makes me feel better. It isn't a day for celebration, but a day to reflect and just plain get through.

I remember when I first joined this group, very early in my journey, and was just blown away by so many other mothers so far down the road that were doing relatively well. I never thought I would get there, not saying I am there now, but I am three years away from that terrible day, my worst. New moms out there??? As hard as it is to imagine, the time will pass for you too. The pain will never leave, but with time and space between the present time and the horrible, you grow stronger and more capable of bearing that pain.

Think of me tomorrow...please speak Cassi's name...maybe it will encourage her to pay her old Momma a visit.