i cry less but hurt just the same.
all of the beautiful flowers people have sent are now dead.
this week i have had good and bad distractions. like jake being home for three days straight, good. solomon home with horribly swollen, infected tonsils, bad. in about two week i'll be stressing over my first born going in for (a very routine but still scary) surgery to remove nasty tonsils.
i am feeling a bit overwhelmed tonight.