last night i totally blew my “detox.”
my new iphone doesn’t receive text messages or emails.
i’m turning 37 in less than a month, and i’m starting to panic that it’s going to be harder and harder to have a baby when and if hunkiest and i decide we have to have that sweet muffin in our arms to adore and screw up.
i miss my dad so much i have to sit down on the middle of my floor from the sadness and cry.
but i still woke up this morning with this incredible feeling of elation and gratitude.
i wouldn’t change one single, stupid thing.
love you guys.