On Thursday I spent the morning and early afternoon with my daughter.
It was the first time since the seizure--almost 10 months ago--that I was alone with her for more than an hour or two.
We read. I wrote a couple of emails. She played with her dollhouse. We went for a short walk. We had gooey sunbutter sandwiches for lunch.
"I'm bored," she said, as morning turned into afternoon.
It was a boring, perfect day.
3 days ago