Reese, Eli, and I were out and about this morning, having coffee with friends and making a quick library stop. On the way to the library, we drove past a park with kids all over the place, so on the way back we decided to check it out. The kids ran to play, and I sat down to knit.
It was such a weird feeling, sitting in a park watching the kids play with other moms and little kids all around. What a flashback to our days in Wisconsin, when the kids were younger, before cancer was on my radar. I miss those days when the biggest worry was losing five pounds or how was I going to get Reese to sleep already. As Uncle Rico says, "Don't you wish you could go back?"
Since going back isn't an option, forward we go. One day at a time, holding on to faith. Enjoying the park days and school days and coffee days and knitting days. Lots of hugs and laughter. I think that's the best anyone can do.