Yesterday I made bread.
Life is better.
Stress is making me fray at the edges, so I got some ointment and a smile from the doctor, and a hug from Mountain Man.
My 'Mother' (dough starter) needs caring for and feeding every day, and so makes better bread.
I think that applies to me too!
The nights are the worst- I long for his company, and to wake beside him, wherever and whatever the time.
I look forward to when he can leave his past behind and step to the future with me.