....some days, just when you thought you'd found a way through, a better way, maybe even a beautiful gift. Sometimes one word can undo that peaceful feeling and bottom you out. When the little girl that has been trying so hard to be brave, just has to come out and pout, pulling back the big cry, until you just can't pull it back one second longer and you cry, until the sobs finally break with a giant yawn and a soft pillow to fall asleep into. Then you wash the mascara out the next day and start over, hoping things will get fixed. Hoping that he'll fix them...
