You know how to make a 5-hour flight longer? Put a seven-month-old baby behind me. Who laughs, cries, and smells like baby. Every time she cried, I cried. It was horrible and wonderful and awful.
I'm also back at a gig - this time singing with Oregon Bach Festival. This is good. And I have some very good friends here, including a couple who had their daughter a week after we lost Olivia. And she's coming. I have known about this, and I've been able to prepare, but how do you prepare, really? I just emailed K. and said that I was excited and terrified, and didn't know how I would react, but I'm sure it will involve tears, and that I hoped we could do it in private for the first time.
But I did get to see my husband today, and this was good. We'd had an ongoing fight this past week - and we NEVER fight - about something stupid, and finally resolved it last night, which was good. Plus I just missed him. Now eleven days and I get to see him for four whole days. Woohoo. :)
Now must unpack and go to sleep. I'll be seeing all sorts of people tomorrow, most of whom I haven't seen in a year, and I'm sure there will be tears. Lots of them. Tears of sadness, of gratitude, of love and friendship, but tears nonetheless.
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