I’m standing here in my mom’s kitchen drinking coffee.
Side note: why didn’t I stop for half&half on my way last night? 0% fat milk just isn’t working.
Mom’s house is peaceful, and filled with early morning light. This isn’t the house I grew up in, yet it still feels like that save haven we all know as home.
We’re not going to dwell on the loss, though. We’re going to focus on the fact that today is my sister’s wedding day! I’ll be spending my morning recovering from a road trip from hell, my lunch at a meeting, and my evening with family.
Side note: today is going to be as exhausting as yesterday. I’ll pay for it tomorrow for sure. I’m already operating at a spoon deficit and it’s not even 9AM eastern time
I’m already close to crying, so I’m off to eat my feelings now. They’re going to taste like cinnabon.