a good day

Yesterday was a good day. I was kind and patient. I was generous and sweet. He did the vacuming and slept in a bit while I made the tea. I read my book and watched footy and cuddled with the little one-suffering from the sniffles. Under the weather, as she said. We gave each other shoulder rubs. I talked to friends and family. There was a whirlwind swirling around me, a shit storm of anger and sadness and the ending of illusion for some very dear girls. There is another one pending. There is drama and uncertaintiy abounding, but I made sure my home was a place of peace yesterday. A place of sunlight and chocolate and laughter. At least one day!