Today is Avery’s birthday. I’m sure if Mike were alive, he’d have a much clearer idea of what the day of Avery’s birth was like, since I was doped up in the hospital after an emergency c-section.
Last year, we had a party for Avery @ triangle park. This year we did a blow out at the Mc Wane center and a dinner @ his grandma’s and a visit from his other grandma and another visit beginning tomorrow with his grandpa Frank.
This morning at breakfast Avery asked if I could get him another daddy. (“Sure, honey, I’ll pick one up next time I visit Whole Foods.”) But Marley knowingly explained to him that first I had to get a man to fall in love with me, then we would get married and then he would have a daddy.
I guess we’ve been reading too many fairy tales.
This is not to say that they don’t miss their daddy–Avery was crying about Mike yesterday and they are constantly either wishing they could “go to the other side” to see him, or that Mike would simply come back.
So, enough lighthearted breakfast chatter.
Then we went to the zoo, along with 50% of Birmingham. Lots of people, but the kids had fun. But each successive hour, I became more and more depressed thinking about all of the times we spent at the zoo as a foursome and seeing all of the intact two parent families with their kids. It was hard to remain upbeat, and I did take 45 seconds in the bathroom to cry by myself.
You just never know what’s going to send me to sad land.
Got to go; Avery just woke from nap.