Before you read any further, know that no one died. But it sure felt like it. My neighbor, the one that I run with that has four children and a very busy schedule as both she and her husband are obstetricians, was on a business trip in California. Something happened and she died in her hotel room.
I'm not sure how she died, because as you can imagine things were in an uproar, we were all in shock and grieving and doing that thing where you walk around in a daze and don't know what to do because your world has just been shaken up badly. I remember our cleaning lady came over and she didn't know. She cleans my friend's parent's house and when she heard she had to sit down she was so upset.
Sometime after that I woke up. But it stuck with me for a while, that terrible sadness and grief. The type of emotions that you know exist, but you can't really feel them until they actually happen. Dreams are like that, they can shake you up and make you feel something is completely real in a way you can't do when you're awake.
It was scary. I'm glad it was just a dream.
The Big Boy Update: Last year at every teacher birthday we tried to prep him to say, "happy birthday <insert teacher name>" but had little luck. Today, the class is celebrating one of the teacher birthdays and boy does he get it now. He was so excited about telling Kica happy birthday and that we got her a present and that he made a noodle to put on her class necklace.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Clearly muddled. She speaks very clearly and is easily understandable...unless she isn't. I'm not sure why sometimes she mumbles every word. It's not often, but when she's in that kind of mood, there's no telling what she's saying. Then, five minutes later, she's back to speaking regularly.
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