When I avoid writing about something, or confiding in my close girlfriends about something and KNOW I can't tell my family about something......THATS when it finally kicks in that i should probably not be participating in whatever it is that i'm doing. Like Mr. Cigar. I think we came together so that he could teach me a life lesson about myself. When i think i'm healed, i'm not. When i think my "mother wound" has healed, it hasn't. It's never going to go away. I thought the more healing and living i did the less likely it would be to affect me, this wound. But if anything, trying to act like it's gone makes it get bigger. The need to be picked by a man who doesn't deserve me. Because SURELY he would chose me over a psycho, lying, cheating, no job holding, not to smart woman. Right? Wrong. I guess it was because i thought he had his shit together, because he is a successful business man, has hobbies he can actually talk ab...
I don't have all the details yet except that he has "our" dimples and is 20" long! Koda woke me up at 2am and i checked my phone to find pictures of the new addition to our family. I'm beyond excited to meet him. Not sure when that will be because i'm being respectful ....not sure how they feel about visitors at the hospital and i would like to spend time with them, not run in and run out, which in fairness is what i would have to do because her family is large. I'm thinking my daughter and grandaugher might come this weekend and maybe we can all go together or something like that. Anything. Anything they want. They were in the hospital Monday night and he was born before midnight last night....thats a long time and i'm sure they are ready for some "no people" time. Or maybe i'm wrong. I don't care.....as long as i get to meet him. And give kisses. And count toes. I'm beyond excited. I can't stand myself.