blue day

Sometimes love is such a mystery to me. I am continually amazed that there are people in my life who love me. Always. Unconditionally.

Having children caused many of my relationships to suffer. I wasn't able to to contribute as much as I would have liked. But those closest to me have grasped onto the little pieces of affection I was able to blow in the wind, seemingly content to humor my preoccupation with my offspring.

But more and more each day, I am less needed. The girls are more independent. And with each day I am hoping to give more to myself and my relationships.

This past week held a flurry of activity. My family celebrated a belated Christmas. Now everyone is gone. And I am blue. Emotionally hungover from so much of that unconditional love.