This was written last night but ended up in drafts for some reason!
Some days, like yesterday, there is nothing to say. Some days my existence seems to carry on by itself. Puttering along, just being.
Rich and I used to just 'be' together. We liked just being. Nothing special, just being.
Now, there is this.... Life. It is a life, and I am glad to have it, and I wouldn't be without it, but to be fair it's taking a while to get the hang of. There are lots of people in my life who were in it before, but moreso now.
Today has been a nice day. April and I went to Wroxham Barns which was great. There were craftsmen and a wonderful fabric shop. I also bought a dress for the Christening on Sunday and I'll wear it for Pete's daughter's christening as well. It is always such an honour to be asked, and I am so proud that Pete's daughter will be my 5th goddaughter.
Babies bring such hope, and whilst I wish with all might heart that rich and I had had a child to raise together from birth, he was such a wonderful father to the AC that I know he would have been brilliant with an infant, and with them both or all as they got older and eventually got to adults.
Ah well. I just miss him so, so badly.
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