Tuesday, August 31, 2004
waking up to breath that you can't quite catch, no matter how many times you swallow and gulp down buckets of air - these mornings are the worst. sleep wouldn't have come quicker if you'd tried, and you're so exhausted you're not sure how to stop the tears from flowing.
i think they say, "family is where you make it," and that's the truth for me. i met my family 5 years ago and knew instantly that i was home. home is not always a welcoming place though, and you take the good with the bad. don't you? the bad's part of life, right?
and if it seems that i take you for granted, it's only that sometimes i lose sight of what's most important in life. and if you do the same, i'll understand. what else can i do?
you are my family. that's about the only thing i am sure of today.
you are my family and i love you.