The Power Of Steve

I felt crappy all day yesterday. I went to mail my grandmother's pillows and I started crying. At the postie. He must think I'm a raving lunatic. I'm just very thankful that there was no one else in the post office or I'd have to dig a hole and live there.

But then my husband walks through the door with dinner and I smiled for the first time. The power of Steve. Just knowing he's near me makes things a little easier to bear.

And I thank you all for your very, very kind words of support. I appreciate every word and gesture, and it helps. It really does.

Alright that's enough moping around. I'm no use to anyone if I'm a hot mess :)