Wednesday, May 24, 2006

You never know when it will hit you

I was reading the paper and there was a blurb about a local knitter's group. They supply all the baby hats for the hospital where Baby Boy was born. I think I'm doing OK but as I go down the hall, the tears hit. I have to get out my keys, open the fire safe, and hold the little hat. The locket, the church bulletin, I sit and cry over it all and for a miracle, the kids don't disturb me. I think it never goes away.