Getting to OKYesterday, I met a friend from Calgary for the first time. I held her baby girl, who was due the same week as my boy, and you know what?
I didn't cry.
I don't know if that means I'm going to be OK, or if I've somehow shut down. But it feels like OK. Not over it, but surviving.
Today, I listened to a song I associated with my supposedly spring baby, and I didn't cry.
Is it OK for me to be OK?