Mondays are strange, as they are no longer a day for us together. Work changes have me alone at home Mondays. He’s at work M – F while he recovers. I try to fill the day with errands and busyness so that I don’t end up thinking too much.
Easter was wonderful. Church and brunch, stopping in to see neighbors and a naked nap. What could be better?
It’s days like that that make me feel lucky. That we are our own little family, that we can make our own traditions.
I am blessed.