This week was way too much for me. I definitely didn't have the energy required to properly handle my life. Sometimes that makes me feel like I've failed. I get to the end of the day and the house is much worse than how Michael left it.
I've been feeling angry, overwhelmed, and suicidal the past few days.
But after I fed Ruby this evening she was so happy. She gave me sloppy kisses and baby soap-scented snuggles that filled me with love and happiness. I'm so lucky to have her. I love the way she gets excited when she sees an animal, even if it's a picture of one. She loves dogs and tries to "woof" through her teeth. It sounds like she's blowing on hot food. She can say "happy" and it's the best thing ever. She loves playing with Ammon and our downstairs neighbors.
I love you Ruby. Thank you for reminding me why it's great to be alive.
