....very very very very....SLOWLY!
This evening....I was childless. I was husband-less.
Thank the good Lord!! Oh' how I needed just some "me" time.
My BIL came over. Changed the locks in our new house. Reprogrammed our garage door openers. Did a few other misc. things. He was in-out-gone in less than an hour.
I walked around in my fat shorts. AKA: biker shorts and tank top - incomando and braless.
Because I can.
I then....went out into the garage.
Looked for a hammer.
Looked for some nails.
And decided to pound some holes in my walls.
And decided to look in some boxes and hang up a few pictures.
And....the very first box I opened....was a box that has not been opened in several years. As in....3-4 yrs.
After our disruption we also moved. I never hung up the "adoption day photo collage" and other pics of Cor. There were a few pictures that were put in my dresser drawer. That was about it.
The first large frame that came out of that box (remember I had no clue what was in this box...it just said "pictures")...was our "Adoption Finalization...Mommy was big and fat and pregnant and we were a happy family.....and our Family Sealing Pictures that were taken the day after our finalization".
Or it could have been.
I looked at it and thought ...."yeah. where is this going to go".
I was not able to find a spot that I felt was appropriate. It isn't something that I want to be showing out in the open for just anyone to comment on. I am not sure that I am ready for the constant reminder...every day....but somewhere. I think in our downstairs family room is where it will end up. I stuck the frame in my closet w/the other portrait frames I don't know where to put. It did not go back in the "don't hang up and file away pile" like a few of the frames.
There are times when I can't think, talk, look, see, here....anything that has to do w/this situation.
And today....I'm able to see a picture and think 'Hot dang that boy is good looking"
And leave it as....
it is what it is.
it is out of my control.