(I have such a soft spot for Nablopomo.)
As I told my friend Fordrena, why NOT try to write in the month before I give birth and have my life turned upside down, a little more than it's already upside down?
This may be where I try to process some of the grief of losing Carrie, and contemplate how the whole world will change for our little house of three, in forty days. Forty days is so deliciously Biblical.
Looking back through my pictures, I realized I made a postcard for someone for 2013. What did I write on it? "2013 is a mystery".
I had no idea.
Every year is a mystery, but this year - deeply so. So much loss and birth and the sun keeps shining and the moon keeps rising.
I said goodbye to Carrie on a Friday. And every Friday that passes feels like another block further away from her, but I know I'm also driving down a very long road that will eventually end up at her door, one day. I'm just one Friday closer, and yet farther away, at the same time. And of course, I wonder when I'll stop counting Fridays.