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We woke up before dawn today, because my ex was bringing Trinity by very early. I lay there in the dark, with the black pressing against the windows and thought, "Well, we’ll be up before Darla gets here this morning." She chose to have early start time so she could go home earlier in the afternoon. Then I had that sinking feeling, and realized we will be up and dressed, but Darla isn’t coming today, or any day. I think the decision she made to leave was the right one for her, and all of us, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss her. I hope eventually we can mend our friendship. Right now, it’s all too raw like a fresh wound. Here’s to healing.

Date night was amazing, by the way. Life moves on and all that. But this morning reminded me that I’m still in that stage where you know someone’s gone, but you forget periodically. It’s like a divorce, or a death, or someone whose moved far away. You think, "Oh, I’ll be seeing so and so today" then you realize, no you won’t. Life goes on, and you enjoy it, but there is still mourning to be done for any change in your life. Change to most people equals a kind of death. Gosh, I guess this is one area that I’m actually just like everybody else. As a couple of my friends keep pointing out, "There’s no big "S" on your chest, Laurell. You’re just human." I have to admit I find that a little disappointing. It would be so cool to be able to fly.