Well it is Tuesday, again. Tuesday the day that I dread. Tuesday the day that I relive everything. Tuesday which is by far the worst day of the week. It's such a strange feeling to me that my life has kept going when I have been ready for time to stand still. Each day is a new day and each minute is another minute longer since I have seen my baby, but it is also another day closer and another minute closer until I get to see her again. I will see her smile, look into her warm eyes and feel her soft cheek on mine. My heavy arms that long to hold her will be relieved by the touch of my little girl.
We have a repair man coming to our house today to fix our dryer vent. It may be weird, but I'm so nervous about him coming. He is going to walk in and all he is going to do is fix my dryer (which I don't think I will be able to thank him enough for), but when he see's the pictures of Macie is going to ask me how old she is? Is he going to ask me where she is? Is he going to say anything about her or will he just do his job and not say a word to me about her? My stomach is in knots. What do I say? He doesn't know me so there is no need to explain anything, but do I tell him about her? Or do I put a smile on my face and say she is 5 months and 9 days old (Because that is how old she should be)? Or do I say she is 3 months and 19 days (Because that is how old she was when she got her angel wings)? I don't know what to do and I don't know why something so little has got me so worried! He is going to be here any minute so I should probably decide my plan. Or maybe I will just calm down and go with it. WoooooSaaaaa! (That is from Bad Boys II for anyone that recognizes it).